Spring

 
Receive this season for a gift of hearts.

Accept this moment, let it be your own.

The weariness of growing, and the hurts

You give yourself, as though you worked in stone,

Alone entitle this the winter still,

A time of snow and waking cold in bed.

See in the seldom noticed daffodil

A reason not this moment to be sad.

 

The sun, so simple in the sky, at peace,

The all-white cherry trees, the well-known grass,

The early strawberries that almost taste;

All these, could you but see them so, are ways

Away from thinking too much on the loss

Of happiness, and bring it back - almost.