The soft wind brings resurrection,
as seeds crack the Earth's waking shell,
and she shrugs off her pale complexion,
while spring's mystery is dispelled.

Cherry blossoms break their silence,
pink confetti pirouettes on the breeze.
After months of cold defiance,
new leaves grace once barren trees.

In murky ponds, frogspawn transforms,
and tadpoles emerge to the spring light.
The weather warms from winter storms,
as days bask in the sun's delight.

This is nature's revolution,
Death in reverse, life is reborn.
In April's retribution,
Faith is restored, and hope adorns all.

©️Lizzie Bevis

They still carry love,
from lives once lived,
walking paths with
belief in destiny.

Their love so surreal,
kissed by every wounds.

She cloaked in petals,
with a bleeding heart.

Just as tree waits
for spring to bloom,
he waits for her,
to heal.

Queen-of-night in bloom,
a lake holds our laughter still,
waterfall blushes.

A butterfly
in rain—
it is not wet
but undone
with too much cloud
not enough
sky.

Its wings—
thin pamphlets
of joy
silk slick
as sermon pages
in a storm.

Each flap
a soaked insistence—
up
up—
but no purchase
on the wet air.

Hope—
makes poor shelter
but it wears it
anyway.