Wait! Spring
Spring
Wait!
Buds! Seal up!
Do not release your glory.
Colors, like Easter egg hues
I am not ready.
Hold! Spring
Until my Heart
Returns to itself,
to Hope
So I can feel it is still
Christmas.
So I can only see your dark branches
Thick to thin as they lengthen
Black in the night
An occasional crow
Resting,
Signaling a death,
Hopefully of death,
Not of another loved one.
Black like the death of my Love,
Before it started.
This year, I expect no
Resurrection.
Spring, Wait.
Buds remain closed.
So I can live with the unknown,
Christmas,
Before there was Death,
with some Hope.
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