Springs spring back to life,
returning to form,
recovery gets
a bounce, extending
from its latent fate. 

Springs power through strife,
calming from the storm,
everything resets
themselves, with pending
energy in fate. 

Springs, rhythm of life,
no matter the form,
ensure the world gets
rebirth, extending
reliance on fate.

Bounce Back

glints off my 
mostly golden red  hair 
blossoms  push over 
winter’s last hurrah
even a snow  flake
 wouldn’t dare last long 
 on  those  verdant petals .

April Y-J  2007