Whispers till now,
a moment’s warmth on my cheek,
new growth in the air…
spring.
In a moment what was wishful,
a touch of hope,
is bursting forth as a new reality…
spring.
Breathe it, climb high and shout it.
We’ve survived.
Another chance to get it right.
©April 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne
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