Rising hope

Am I seeing well, feeling in the bones,
Cold is slowly retreating, growing too old?
I sense something warmer,
And then looking up and see,
Sun’s smiling down closer,
To the world and to me!

I answer its call and staying on the spot, I’m
Smiling back and grateful from toe to the top.
It’s not spring yet, conveyor of new life, but
Even if just one day, let’s love what we got!

 

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