Blue sky
Bare branches
On the cusp of budding
Warm sun
Wind chimes on a cool breeze
The Song Sparrow chirps
The Robin titters
I’ve been teaching myself
To sit with myself
Previously this would cause
Melancholy and despair
Now I say hello to the darkness
Instead of trying to fight or hide from it
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