I felt it for the first time today:
The heat that warms the fabric of your sleeves against your skin,
Sunlight that sets the fine hairs on your arms glistening,
Temperate breezes laced with the promise of sun cream,
Of all the days to feel it-
Nature offsetting bad news with its beauty,
For who could be sad beneath the first blossoms of the year?
Maybe once upon a time, but not now,
I have too many safety nets,
Too many hands to catch me,
Uncertainty is nothing new,
It comes and goes like the daffodils,
Here for a time and then a distant memory,
Cycling around as the seasons do.