It’s time to soften. Time to thaw. Time to cure what once was raw.
Empty bottles, woodstove clicking. Big old dreams, little clock ticking.
Heart gone wild, brain churning. Ice dissolving, fortunes turning.
Digging up weeds, inspecting dead roots. Working up courage to take off my boots.
Sink your toes in the mud, your hands in the rot. Here comes the Now, ready or not.