Anthology

AFTER THE WINTER

the dawn has come

the light is piercing the darkness,

scattering every shadow

driven by a certain madness.

we thought there was no hope

but in death life resurrected

shoots unfurling ever so gently

unassuming yet awaited.

the birds begun to sing loudly

the psalms of early morn,

all breaths were held in silence

as a brand new day is born;

the blades of grass whose coats

were draped in wintry, icy frost-

their heads hung low

in sorrow 
as if all hope was lost...

has now begun to straighten up

as the sun started to rise
bringing hope and resurrection
even beyond the eventide.


by kaye