IV. The Second Spring
Theme: Personal renewal and triumph over a long emotional winter.
I thought the frost had settled in the bone,
That winter had a permanent domain,
And left the barren garden plot alone,
To wither in the cold and biting rain.
The frozen branches cracked against the white,
No promise of a leaf or hidden bud,
A long and heavy, unremitting night,
That chilled the very movement of the blood.
But subterranean currents started turning,
Beneath the heavy, unforgiving crust,
A quiet, fierce, and elemental burning,
That changed the deadened winter into trust.
The smallest green defiance splits the snow,
To prove that life still victory can know.
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