Let me have patience with winter,
germination and hibernation,
dark and light intertwined.
Let me nurture my new seeds,
their need to sprout,
in spring sunshine.
Let me let go of the self-doubt,
criticism, the desire for perfection,
that stunts my creativity
Let me respect this release,
and know that it will compost,
into nourishment to fuel new buds.
Let me trust this process of expansion,
dreams like plants demand time.
to blossom and yield fruit.
Let me honour stillness,
in the silence spirit whispers,
all is love.