And Yet They Bloom

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.