Hope of Spring

Trees carelessly spill apple blossoms, carpeting the ground I walk on with white and pink
petals like drops of paint,
tossed across the landscape of spring

The air carries with it the flowering scents of a fertile earth
pollen itches my throat, but I
breathe it in deeply
fill my lungs with it’s new life

The barren cold of winter
retreats in the face of warmth-
stubborn life pushing through the hardness of the earth
something inside me breaks into hope

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s