Only

Don't be scared
by sudden explosion
of exploration in colour,
from gray to grasping
the edges of diversity.

Some say you can hear it
like a rustle beneath
whatever everyday noise
rings relentless.
More silent than heartbeats
the rush of your blood
and your innermost tranquil
hollering.

Some say you can sense
how persistence breaks
the barrier of oppression
in a million revolutions
everyday.

It's patches of life
humming in the wake
from hibernating slow,
finding it's pulse.

It's dandelions raising stems,
it's the crocus' lowered gaze
in a fresh green haven.

So don't be scared,
it's just
another year
breaking through,
seeping in.

And I know it's new,
but you will see
how much more
it all can be.