Spring stirrings
Somewhere deep inside
A bud of hope unfurls
One shy petal at a time
In response to the stirrings
Of spring all around me
A flutter of hope beats
To the wing of the butterfly
A stirring so still
That it passes gossamer thin
Over the thudding
Of an expectant heart
That perhaps this time,
The winter of my discontent
Is to pass
And my heart will blossom, once again
In the spring of Your joy
— shubha
