The Conflicted Joy Of This Moment

blue sky and yellow daffodils

Treasure These Small Things

the wind blows warm from the west

the first seeds of the season are sown

worms writhe in frost-crumbed soil

a robin sings above my head

buds burst like a billion hopes

yellow daffodils stand proud

blue sky shows through passing clouds

golden sunlight heats my bare skin

there is the smell of wood smoke

a woman laughs a melody

a child laughs descant

salt sweat sheens my hand

a good ache works my back

I stop and stand and stare at the world

in this moment

I am filled with conflicted joy

I am free

I am safe

I am alive

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