A poem for SAAM
From the ground, yawning
New life, new birth; the reviving stretch
On waking to a season of action.
April is a time of change, growth, renewal.
Breathe in the freshly thawed earth,
Breathe out your voice,
The voice of change.
Start small. Burrow out from your tomb of silence.
Break the surface, be the first
To bud into a bright world of knowing.
Others will join in.
In time, light will overtake the dark winter.
Each blossoming idea will spread
Growing into a garden of peace.
Care for the young ones,
Eyes opening to a new world.
A careful gardener can tend to hostile grounds
Creating a space for sustained growth,
And the next new beginning.