No matter how bleak the winter
No matter how bare the tree
Still, in spring, each twig
In sure belief of summer’s sun, yet to come,
A verdant host of new leaves grow
Catching life’s good golden glow:
Hope – not fiction.
Let me be, like that tree,
Ever primed to start again.
Hope’s not lost.
Leaves catch light from high above
Hearts re-grow to capture love.
Another chapter to our story,
Another summer’s green-leafed glory.