The Return
a poem
--
Spring is natures return
her long and arduous climb
up from the depths
the tendrils of shadow
the stains of ash
the scent of death
clinging to her body
She pulls herself up
--
Spring is natures return
her long and arduous climb
up from the depths
the tendrils of shadow
the stains of ash
the scent of death
clinging to her body
She pulls herself up
Writing on the female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at The Green Parent magazine. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.