My spring of hope
The spring sun shines on my confusion
The new born sun warms my lack of decision
The sunny heat makes me lazy
It’s not that I don’t care
It’s just that I feel the pain of leaves blossoming
My smile grows roots in the unknown
Black dirt beneath my fingernails accumulates with every truth
The very feel of the earth meets me
It reminds me of what lies beneath
It reminds me of what is to come
With every handful of soil between my fingers
The roots of tomorrow spread in the dark
Sending hope through green branches
The winter that froze me will end
The sap rises nonetheless
This spring will be bountiful
Conservative estimates be damned
A bright red flower will blossom
No need to sing the blues
