New Life

I intend on this week being the beginning of Spring, the renewed labor for new life within to take root.   I will chance getting out, somehow, the abstract notions of a new person emerging within.  We are imbued in the sustenance that we need to nurture that life.  When I walk, youth, barely formed people so young upon the Earth, swirl about.  I am drawn to tall grasses, trees, sun, the breezes, amid new melody.  They are derived from the same life force as each of us, young and old, whose formation was long in coming, who are still changing, imperceptibly.  I long for water-rich tresses not often visited, for wind's subtle presence upon the water, for warm rock apart from the masses.  There I can utter hopeful, encouraging notes for the New Life, castigate vestigial, reproachful longings, and grow increasingly receptive to what is stirring.