How Far? Poem by Denise Garofalo

Spring and its welcome arrival at the end of an eternal winter.
Trees turning from dead sticks to bud-filled glimmers of color to glorious leafy wonders,
Stretching up to the heavens, lifting our spirits.
Triumphant new shoots, pushing up from the cold, grey ground to the gently coaxing sunlight,
Developing, growing, transforming.
I look on the abundance of life and growth, and ponder my progress, my momentum….
How far?