Unfurling

A new leaf unfurls,
but nothing unfolds without reason.

Seasons all cluster
like drops of clouds
in the palm of my hand.

If I try hard enough,
this cloud can drench the parched soul
or warm the frozen heart?

So why not make it rain,
try hard enough to distill the seasons into a magical cloud?

It’s so easy to not try.

A new leaf unfurls,
but nothing unfolds
without reason.

‘Unfurling’