is it a ship of clarity trying to cut through a mindstorm?

Or, as Hannah Zahn more prosaically observed, is it stepping in dog poop?

devotion

a bundle of smooth and soothing roots

Beltain, one season dies as the next begins

some feelings are stubbornly resistant to the joyous beauty of spring

a wail of woe

sorrow peeking through the spring curtains

feathery things and butterfly wings