When spring enters

Old and new entwine.

Hope and sorrow.

Release and embrace.

All is balance.

I always do too much
Expect too much of myself
Try too hard
It always leads to not doing enough
Ever
Goals never reached
Tasks left undone

Incomplete
Everything, including me

Today you greeted me
With your purple velvet

A bit of water here and there
Is all I have given
times of bone dry winter
When I didn’t come to see you 

You didn’t complain
No special fertilizer, pruning

Here you are
Glorious in being you
Sharing who you are
Not too much

And more than enough

I will think of you today
In simplicity
Kindness to myself

And I will smile