Spring, indeed. I was in need.
The winter song went on too long.
I don’t mean just one season.
I mean frozen, years, for no reason.

The thaw begins in your head
Somewhere on the right side of the bed
A slight shift in tectonics
A plug finally finds a socket.

It’s springtime baby, a four leaf clover
Spring green sings to skies above her
Summer you dry out
Autumn you fall down
Winter you rest, you work, you’re the best
For spring. Spring.

I didn’t know healing would hurt so bad.
Two steps forward and one step back.
I thought you got broken and then you got whole
That’s not the way with hearts or bones

I cannot imagine grace
I cannot work for its trace
But I know when it has struck
It’s like a hand upon my back.
I don’t know why, but ever since
The hand on my back persists and persists.

It’s springtime baby, a four leaf clover
Spring green sings to skies above her
Summer you dry out
Autumn you fall down
Winter you rest, you work, you’re the best
For spring. Spring.

This body was born. This body will die.
There are no mistakes. My mistake was right.
It held me still, it made me wait
I got what I need, I got what I craved