I Am Not Yet Spring

The world has turned

and the season changed,

but I am not yet Spring.

My soul, my self,

I am not yet ready

to be born anew,

to find myself green

seeking the sunlight warmth.

Here I am still Winter,

still wrapped in greys

and in browns,

still in the midst of

the long slumber rest.

It is not mine

to hold back the season’s change,

nor to ask for the same.

But it is not mine either

to force myself into bloom

before the time has come.