Awakening Poem by Skylark Woodrow

The wind pulsates like a beating heart,
Passing by and swirling in eddies,
Stopping then taking off on the whim of a dance.
It pulls me along;
Tugging at my hair and buffeting my body onward,
Ever onward.

The leaves flutter by,
Taking a ride before alighting upon the ground to decay and nourish the earth;
Preparing it for new life.
They rustle out their goodbyes before they fly and are no more;
Their whisperings breaking the silence that surrounds me,
Stirring the spirit within me.

I breathe in and the essence of life itself infuses into every aspect of my being,
Even unto the marrow of my bones.
It awakens within me that which I had believed was long dead,
My heart,
And I am alive again.

(2017.3.31)