new life

With each new wind that comes
we are shaken free from dead leaves and overdue invitations of sleeping owls and crows.
With each fresh northward and westward jolt
we are brought closer to the coming new batch of blooms and birds.
As the seasons run their fingers through our head of pines and cherry blossoms,
and our fruits are scattered across the feet of time and space
new life will be found and will become more than simply moments between violent bursts and gentle breezes.
New life will become constant.
New life will become forever,
and new life will finally be life the wind will hold instead of smother,
kiss rather than carry away,
and guide rather than conquer.

In the new life found through a thousand seasons of winter and spring,
coming winds no longer will shake to renew,
but shake to say “simply passing through”.