Birds return, 
pecking at winter’s breadcrumbs
and poised to soar at dawn ~
summer salvation.
Even the rain reeks of redemption
the leaves regale in green harmonies. 
I walk the streets I met in winter,
unturned stones 
fade into the panorama of my past
as the present expands
with every exhale of a heart
returning from Despair.

Affective seasonal recovery:
another sun rises
awakening senses ~ reviving
abundant surroundings, resplendent.

Have a beautiful day!