the world was heavy, too

 the world was heavy, too, when I was young;

but the magic of light in the leaves, of wind in the ferns was dear company;

and the rosy cloak of golden hour wrapped me up in reverie.

the world is heavy still, and spring just as sweet;

for the green, budding leaves and cool mornings still make my heart sing;

and in the solemn stillness- low, rumbling, anxious- of an approaching storm, I feel seen.

To be continued…