Spring Song

The winter of needing you is gone.
Almost. The frost last night
Cannot hold back new light
Caught lingering among white
Almond blossoms. But the longing is gone.
Imagine! Overwhelmed without a fight.
The old love, too, once held too tight,
Vanished with last year’s snow. Now bright

Almond blossoms blow.
Roots probe. Waters flow.
Leaves bud. Flowers grow.
My own fruitfulness begins to show:
The truth of us that was so right.
I hold these moments, count them slow,
And sing with birds that come and go

For winter comes again I know.
By Bahiya Carter