Resurrection

Winter’s bite

does not threaten the wrath of spring that tears through ice on the bright gale’s wing

It peels and peels through heavy soil with thorns that rip the winter’s foil

Though frost may taunt and wind will beat roots and chutes hold firm their seats

Passion pushes stone hard earth until at last a blossom’s birth

Shadows ebb at victory’s bloom paradise is promised soon ⠀