Surrender to Spring

What would it mean 
if you surrendered to Spring 
and cast yourself 
into the spell 
of the green and growing things? 

You, yes you, my cautious one. 
You with your feet 
so solid on the ground.  

What if you chose to compost 
your fears in wet fertile soil 
and let your worn out regrets 
wash away in the warm rain?

What if your expectations
could fly like pollen in the wind 
and travel with hope’s blossoming 
into the budding and the 
burgeoning of wilder things?

What if you could simply let go 
and flow with the rhythm 
of spring’s ecstasy?

And what if you let 
this surrender actually end you 
and become an offering
to all you ever hoped you’d be?

You, yes you, my wary
four-leaf-clover-finder,
man-in-the-moon-watcher,
wish-upon-a-star-gazer. 

What would it mean if you
surrendered to Spring 
and cast yourself into the spell?

This poem was inspired by the teachings of Sophia Bonnie Wodin, friend, mentor, co-teacher and sister in spirit. Thank you Sophia for all your wisdom and support and for teaching me how to let go and still weave threads that are never broken.

For more on Sophia’s writing and offerings check out her website here.