Taryn D
Resurrection
Updated: Jul 4, 2021
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 ⠀
