inspiration's running low

but here are some new poems

Daffodils sprout from the ground,
trumpeting Spring’s long-awaited return

Tulips emerge from earth,
kissing Springtime air and sunshine

Hyacinths bubble over blades of grass,
their blossoms popping and sweetly scenting the air

Stop and smell the flowers;
greet them as they greet the world anew

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I tend to lean to the left slightly, putting most of my weight on the sole of my left foot

But on my commute today, I am practicing tuning in to my body’s proclivities and attempting to balance myself—

two feet firmly planted equally on the platform, on the train, on the sidewalk;

hoping that I can prevent the wearing down of one sole before the other

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Yes, what’s meant for you comes in time, when it’s meant to, when you’re ready—
but you must be present to seize it when it arrives.

If you simply sit and wait for what you believe to be yours, you may still miss it.

You mustn’t force something to be, but you must manifest;
you must meet it, you must make sure you’re ready for it when it’s ready for you. 

Or you might as well make peace with where you are and what you have now.