Birth of Blossoms

I thought Spring had come.

Then she went away.
The soft breathing air
that sifted through my hair
is gone.
The sky is dirty gray again.
Snow patches freeze to crust again.
Black ice coats the walk again.

Yet…Spring gathers strength
in a firm contraction
waiting… for Sun’s force
to pulse through stiffened branches
waiting…for rainwater…warmed
to prepare the earth
for the birth of blossoms.

Bonnie Marshall