The trees
Love that line "loosened the light."
Thanks Sarah. It’s my favoutite line, as it’s just soft…
Ah. The world getting ready to grow again after winter.
It’s coming and about time!
Loosened the light~ It's such a tiny soft thing~
It is Asuka! so soft.
🤗 🤗 🤗
noticed spring
as light held soil
🙏
Simple yet stunning
Thank you Willow 😊
🥰
What I love here is the quiet intelligence of the poem. Nothing announces spring; the trees simply notice.
“Loosened the light” is a beautiful gesture: growth not as force, but as permission.
By the end, those small fragments: blossom / shoots / rain / drops - feel like breath itself, the world reopening space for life. 🌱
Thank you Dipti, for taking a little quiet noticing of the first drops of Spring arriving.
There’s something quiet soft and as you say so well, a growth by permission in “Loosened the Light”.
A beautiful reflection 💛
Your poem does exactly what spring does, it doesn’t announce itself, it simply waits until the light loosens and the world begins again.
I’m glad you paused long enough to notice it… and to let us notice it with you. 🌱
Really beautiful and fitting for this time of year. That was an early-morning read for me and helped to start the day off well.
Thank you Zee 💛
Love that line "loosened the light."
Thanks Sarah. It’s my favoutite line, as it’s just soft…
Ah. The world getting ready to grow again after winter.
It’s coming and about time!
Loosened the light~ It's such a tiny soft thing~
It is Asuka! so soft.
🤗 🤗 🤗
The trees
noticed spring
as light held soil
🙏
🤗 🤗 🤗
Simple yet stunning
Thank you Willow 😊
🥰
What I love here is the quiet intelligence of the poem. Nothing announces spring; the trees simply notice.
“Loosened the light” is a beautiful gesture: growth not as force, but as permission.
By the end, those small fragments: blossom / shoots / rain / drops - feel like breath itself, the world reopening space for life. 🌱
Thank you Dipti, for taking a little quiet noticing of the first drops of Spring arriving.
There’s something quiet soft and as you say so well, a growth by permission in “Loosened the Light”.
A beautiful reflection 💛
Your poem does exactly what spring does, it doesn’t announce itself, it simply waits until the light loosens and the world begins again.
I’m glad you paused long enough to notice it… and to let us notice it with you. 🌱
Really beautiful and fitting for this time of year. That was an early-morning read for me and helped to start the day off well.
Thank you Zee 💛