Sunday, March 27, 2011



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.

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