How is it Spring?

I see spring leaves blooming all around me.

The conifers and their pines, the daisies in the sun.

I see the skies all blue above me,

Still I cannot change what’s been done.

Winter came with the hoary frost,

It wasn’t the temperature of the air that changed,

But the spirit of a man, his heart frozen over like a lake.

It was the slight of fate, of lives altered, of possibilities destroyed.

The winter solstice passed as the lights shined brightest.

The bearded sage, draped in the clad red of the holidays,

His laugh was cruel, the snicker of love lost in his face.

I did not see any holy ghosts to shine the way this Christmas.

Rather I thought of her and how such lights eluded her faith.

I saw children in the yard, their parents proud, our lives convincing.

I saw hope on the horizon, but Hope then turned and deteriorates.

I lost my better half, and still the New Year laid in wait.

And days went and relief never came,

The sight of yesterday and my choices to blame.

Still spring leaves bloom all around me,

The conifers in the pine, and daises in the sun.