The dead brown of winter gives rise to yellow cups in lacey dress, lifting their bowed heads to take in the golden days of spring. Mornings heralded by melodic songs calling out for spring partners in trees filled with cascades of color and buds waiting to open.
The snow and blackness has lifted and life has begun once more. Forgiveness has found a foothold in this crushed heart. Like a doctor sewing wounds and stopping the drain of lifeblood, I have found a way to heal and make it back to life once again.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.