Change

Bare branches
to buds
to blossoms
to leaves
back to 
branches. 


Clearly,
I'm not a tree
and I don't think 
I need poetry 
to say this 
but
let me try
and explain
the simile.


Change happens
unavoidable 
but I think
I'm happy 
with changing
I'm becoming
comfortable
with myself 


I'm no blossom
not even a bud
but I think I'm doing
what I should
and accepting
changes 
not trying to run
or stop the season,
listening to reason
slowing down
and embracing
the spring breeze.