sometimes
you have to
surrender,
and curl into
life’s turnings

trust the seasons,
trust the cycles,
trust our hearts
to grow in learning

shape shifting
slip sliding
song singing
soul shaping,
blades of grass
swaying – –

in an emerald breeze,
simply allowing
what will be to be,
forever leaning
into life’s
possibilities

surrendering
to a space of
field’s
green
grace