It’s a slap in the face to see what blooms
When a cold snap rustles against my cheek.
Harsh winds resent my gumption which presumes
That Spring’s in the world; as the love I seek
Is yet still-born as it is unfolding,
This new life bears witness to a shiver.
As I endure callous Nature’s scolding,
The chill recedes as I redeliver
A verdict upon blustery despair.
My vision swells, sense reawakening
The thankfulness that I will persevere
Among this resilient, budding, pulsing,
Lively, joyous struggle: all-consuming,
Never ending—always overcoming.