Today, I’m waiting for nature to do her thing.
Rest, they said.
Rest, and you’ll recover.
Just wait, things will get better.
Spring sap rising
Summer green gold
Autumn blaze of dying
A year passed by.
I’m still waiting.
Today, I’m hoping for a new season in my body.
For the winter death of my disease.
For fresh cells growing,
healthy blood flowing;
for spring’s revival through my veins.