Spring

And in the crevice that came

From the split in the broken heart

A green shoot

 

It sprang forth with a cry

And bloomed with every inch

Of brightness the sun showered down

 

The darkness had descended

The last of the growth had died

Hope had kept strong until finally lost

 

But in the flap of a wren’s wing, the frost receded

Spring fought its silent battle

And conquered the season of night