when you live your life in winter
spring seems a dream of another world
that one goes to after death…
a promised land of growth and warmth
where renewal and new life
go hand in hand

but spring is not some deluded hope
told to bind and subjugate the hopeless,
it is as real as the wandering sun
as it hikes from capricorn to cancer
thawing homes and hearts along its way
in a grand resurrection