april springs.
april - PUSH!
breathe in.
breathe out.
you're such a beautiful month.
birthing such beautiful fruit into the lives
of those fallen on flushed and bruised knees.
april, you are alive.
and you are springing palm trees to overshadow
all the shadows of decapitated dreams - you
are admitting me to be as free as the breeze
that combs through my hair when i trek towards it.
that rushes between my face and my steady pace.
that lifts me up to and places me in a seat of peace.
april, thank you for birthing a new life to breathe in
and to breath out of my spiritual mouth.
amazing april, i will call you.
and i love you.
