Little Black Dot

o spring,
you have come at last.
and you've brought in your wake
my biannual nose drip.
but no matter.
i am so thankful.
allofasudden
the chestnut tree outside my window has all its luscious buds on
and the fruit trees wear their best dresses.
i am trying to prepare for your changes. i promise
i'm trying to stay centred in your winds. but i have to tell you:
even though your sun is out twelve hours a day,
i am having a dark time. all i ask is that
you take me through it
to the light.
love,
chelsea