I sit

in the unquiet silence

exploring inner worlds

in search of shadows

to dance with


and coax into the light.


Cocoons and chrysalises

protect transformation

as we become our highest self.

Nests hold us

till we find our wings.


Last year’s decay

feeds growth.

Even the seeds have wings

taking to the wind

finding fertile ground to root.


It’s time.


Cast off

what no longer

serves me.

Soak in the sun

dry and test my wings

embrace the wind

and soar.