Spring

Fog blanketing

the trees,

this sleepy

morning,

will lift later

to reveal

sunshine,

to warm

the waking

earth.

Yesterday,

I could smell

earth

stirring,

coming

to life

once

again.

Last night

the golden hue

of sunset

came late, after eight o'clock,

gilding the trees

which blazed

outside my window,

lifting my heart

at the

spectacular beauty,

mine to enjoy

simply

by Looking Up,

Looking Out.

The crocuses

are smiling

all this week,

resplendent.

Daffodils are butting

their heads

against last fall's

leaf-blanket.

The earth turns

and turns,

the cycles

of sleep and waking,

life and death,

come and go,

in spite of us,

reminding us

that there is

always

Hope.