stems strain,
pushing thru hard-packed dirt
toward life-giving warmth

face turns towards sun’s rays
streaming through streaked
bedroom window panes

leaves unfold,
open in wide embrace
welcoming new beginnings

arms stretch overhead
easing kinks,
preparing body for new day

death succumbs to birth
as buds burst into bloom
earth blushes contentedly
with new life

depression gives way,
heart smiles as
hope ignites sighs of relief,
renewed possibilities

the crucible of winter is done.
To everything there is
a season under heaven.
(Ecclesiastes 3:3)