Trees carelessly spill apple blossoms, carpeting the ground I walk on with white and pink
petals like drops of paint,
tossed across the landscape of spring
The air carries with it the flowering scents of a fertile earth
pollen itches my throat, but I
breathe it in deeply
fill my lungs with it’s new life
The barren cold of winter
retreats in the face of warmth-
stubborn life pushing through the hardness of the earth
something inside me breaks into hope
recovering motherhood 