Where winter dug its hollow frigid grave,

and frost had sealed what seemed beyond repair,

the flower vivid awakens as defiance in new birth,

as renewal splashed generously across despair.

 

What waits returns transformed, not as it was,

no, braver, resolute, having known the weight of chill,

and in this moment lies spring’s eternal truth:

these endings cold are but seeds that germinate.

 

18/10/2025