The wind is frigid
And the sun shines
And constant.

Nothing will stop
The coming of
Emerging in the dark.

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

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

Written by Helen Rose on April 1, 2019

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