I feel you opening--
Soft reaches as the sun holds out her hand---and caresses you awake.
I see you blooming and beautiful like colors only Life can make
by taking two opposing things &
making them one.
A swirling season for warmer hearts, new starts
and letting the pieces fall where they may.
Still perfectly placed on the map of Earths skin.
Death, dying or alive
She is beautiful in all forms of her evolution.