'Risen'

dispirited and outgrown
Winter has opened out, 
parasolled to Spring  
                                                                                                                     
from budded cocoons, 
from blooms, 
in hazy hints of dress
the confetti leaves tease valour, 
of future Greatness

this feels divine, Butterfly 
feels like falling
inwards 

take my hand now,
cliff edge is bliss, worth the risk
we can fly when we lose our feet

anchor. stop a minute 
let's savour this Risen Spring
root ourselves again, and again 

let's keep walking
     these steady steps, 
          we've no business knowing       
               what out of sight Beauty                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                
 comes next