As winter begins
It’s slow retreat
As blossoms unfold
At an unhurried pace
I find myself
Wondering
How will it all end?
With a bang
And a flash
A nuclear waste
An eternal winter or
Never ending fire?
Or will goodness
Once again prevail?
With a slow push
Towards the light
Towards love
With captives
Being freed
With grief and loss
Giving way to hope
And tears of relief
With lessons learned
Will the cycle of life
Begin again?
The little bird chirps
From its perch
In the tree
“You choose
You choose”
Caught between
Hope and despair
I choose hope
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