Dear soul, I know the winter has been harsh
Ice upon ice and snow upon snow
As if we were taken prisoner by the elements
Waiting, always waiting, for the arrival of Spring.
This year I thought the cold had won victory
Over the crocuses trapped beneath snow
And yet they bloom despite it all.
Sometimes I feel like we are these little flowers
That survive a barrage of harrowing winters
Never really knowing if we will emerge
Year to year, day to day,
And yet we bloom, we still bloom.