March 2017: awakening
Restive stillness: cell
cracks open. Expel
darkness, pausing, touching seed.
The singing begins;
winter sheds its skin.
Spring’s sparkling dance uncoils, freed.
This poetic form is called the Alouette; you can read about its meter and rhyme scheme here. I started with the Secret Keeper’s weekly prompt words, but revision has eliminated “health”–I know the Thesaurus says “dance” is a synonym, but really, that’s a pretty big stretch. Related in spirit anyway.