Spring cycle
When winter leaves
Leaves grow again,
Again the buds of spring
Spring into life,
Life takes on a new meaning,
Meaning of course it’s spring.
Spring, when winter leaves
Leaves grow again,
Again the world is new,
New — and freshly scented,
Scented with flowers and hope,
Hope that trouble, like winter, leaves.
I like the pattern in this free-verse poem. Thanks very much James 🙂