while walking Bella,
I noticed off in the forest the slightest whisper of green,
some light green buds on a rambling bush.
I opened my eyes and heart to spring,
to renewal, I started looking for new life,
a persistent blooming in spite of darkness.
once home, I spotted blooming forsythia
leaning against the wall, and swelling buds
on the crab apple tree, iris pushing up through
the earth and purple crocus peeking through
brown leaves awaiting spring cleanup.
and next year, this will happen again.
I just hope I am here to see it.