Every end of Winter
Before Spring finally comes
I find myself needing to
Bolster myself with hope
To gather the fragments
I can find
Into a basket
To turn over stones
Looking for something shiny and bright
To scan the trees for feather or flutter
To listen to stories
Of those who have come through
A dark winter, or time
Where help arrives
Just in time
Where a secret door is found
Out of the dark passage
Where an innocent prisoner is freed
When the trauma of the world
Weighs too greatly on my shoulders
This is when i need
To grab my basket
And start collecting hope
© 2023 Julie Clark
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Thank you, Julie. I think I want to grab a basket now and collect hope as well. What a great exercise.
Thank you Leigh! You are an inspiration of hope for me! Lets keep collecting together.