Spring

The wind is frigid
And the sun shines
Still
And constant.

Nothing will stop
The coming of
Spring
Emerging in the dark.

When the wind stalls,
Only love remains,
Warm
And fragrant in the newborn light.

There is nothing but sun,
Nothing but love,
Nothing
But tiny red flowers in bloom.


Written by Helen Rose on April 1, 2019

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