Hope

Hope
Hope unfurls as pink blossoms on bare boughs,
A reminder, that all, begins and ends in love,
It sways as delicate leaves in yellow-green,
A wisp of a promise, that things may be better than they have been,
It pushes up as weeds determinedly among flagstones,
A surprising reminder of life, where none was known,
Holds up ramshackle barns as the ivy that clings,
Hope, the message of a resurgent spring.

--shubha