u n f o l d i n g

the body remembers how to open

Dogwood blooms hold their pale pink faces to the light

The body remembers how to open.
Unfolding need not be forced
It waits, imperceptibly, to be noticed

Beneath held breath, a quiet stirring
Something loosens without asking permission
Something turns toward warmth before it is visible

Dogwood blooms hold their pale pink faces to the light
not reaching, just receiving
Petals like offerings arriving in perfect time

Spring does not announce itself
It leans in
It softens the edges
It coaxes what is hidden into light

Not a push, a yielding
Not a beginning, a return

Stay close
It is already happening