The pulse of awakenings

A strip of sunlight glitters
on the snow-covered horizon,
contrasting sharply with the black edge of the forest
and the thick dark clouds in the distance.

Unstable, like the consciousness of someone awakening,
it appears and disappears
until the sunlight finally floods everything—
the snow, the forest, the skies.

Life is a pulse of awakenings.
Flickering sun entangled in linden
on a forest path,
azure gap in dense clouds,
peaceful quiet of grass buried under deep snow,
ready to burst with colour.

The bones of the peoples
who once inhabited these places
lie under my feet,
longing for a new dawn.

Forgotten thought
dreaming deep in Time’s roots.

Let my words linger,
echoing each other as they fall,
to silently wait for the first rays
of the spring sunshine
calling the Alive
to inhabit the renewed Earth.