Hidden- a Poem of Hope

Remnants of dying snow hide beneath barren trees

As gray bamboo leaves cling to their stalks

And rustle in a light breeze.

Arching branches of wisteria sway

Bare arches against an azure sky.

Japanese maples and azaleas, dormant

Dry plumes of ornamental grasses reflect in the pond

Where the Shubunkin hover deep

Waiting for warmer water

And I long for spring.

For the honeysuckles and hummingbirds

Redbuds and dogwood trees

Lilacs and lush peonies, lacecaps the color of winter sky

I long for bright daisies, Asian lilies and sunflowers bold

And the intoxicating scent of a rose.

Then I see crocus and daffodils break the cold ground

The japonica has its first blooms

The forsythias bud yellow

Periwinkle runs ragged, but green

And perennials begin their summer lives.

I gaze over the sun-dappled garden

Drink in the still cool air

And realize it is spring, it’s always spring

Just hidden.

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This story was originally posted on Medium.

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