As the summer rolls on, I'm thinking of spring and new beginnings.
Thereâs something about spring in the Nordic region that I donât think Iâll ever tire of. Having grown up in a very different country and climateâwhere spring can arrive like a furnace, scorching the earth with sudden heatâthis gentler unfolding feels like a gift.
Even here, winter isnât quite finished with us, often leaving a surprise snowfall well into May. But the shift is undeniable. This poem is a nod to the beauty of the shifting seasons.
clouds, wisp-like, float on the blue-sky canvas sweet-smelling spring blossom fills the air my soul, bathed in the glow of the sun serenely sitting in my skin, drinks it all in being, I listen, song birds fresh from a winter's rest trill love-notes, vibrating the air, reaching out to all who care to listen, to its mate a spring-time opera, nature's artistry delicate pinks, lilacs, blues, reach from fresh green grass, stalks, tender and new, heads bobbing in the breeze, bringing new life to the world, a fresh canvas after winter's dark each year, a new beginning, a reminder the cycle of life, death, rebirth, through nature's ebb and flow, as I contemplate the seconds of my afternoon, soul satisfied
Despite not being from here, my connection to this landscape runs deep. The rhythm of the seasons, the delicate flowers pushing through seemingly barren ground, the sudden flush of green as trees burst into leafâit's all quietly spectacular.
Thereâs a soothing freshness to it. An invitation to begin again.
Spring reminds me, again and again, of the quiet power of new beginnings.
Thanks for reading,
Over to youâŚ
Some writing prompts to get your pen flowing.
Write about a place youâve grown to love, even though itâs not where youâre from.
What surprised you? What softened you?Describe a single day in any season using only your senses.
What does it smell, sound, feel, and taste like?Where in your life are you being invited to begin againâgently, not urgently?
What does âbelongingâ to a landscape mean to you?
Can you belong to a place that isnât yours by birth?Write a letter to winter, thanking it for what it taught you.
Then write a reply from spring.Choose a natural detail (a birdcall, flower, breeze) and follow it like a thread into memory.
Where does it take you?Describe a time when beauty arrived in an unexpected form.
How did it change you?
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