New Growth

New Growth

With a simple ease
The bulb stretches out,
Its flight from the depths of a hidden three seasons
Finally coming to an end.

The last time I saw you
There was a dark foreboding in the air,
A sense that no matter what you promised,
Winter would never leave us.

Now, well, what do I feel?
Your coming reminds me
That hope is essential
To step out into my day.

You may think you’re a little thing,
That your annual arrival is
Rather inconsequential
To the matters I face.

Well, you’re wrong.
Somehow, today,
You are colossally important
And I rest awhile here with you.

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