awakening

spring is a painful awakening,

a straightening of limbs

that have gone stiff

with disuse,

a season punctuated

by creaks and groans

of discomfort and

the snapping of joints.

my eyes burn with

the flare of the sun,

so seldom seen these

last dark months.

spring is a season of

unfolding, testing our

bodies again as they

relearn how to carry

us through summer.

awakening

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