The hard frozen ground, a kind of protection through the long winter, warms in the gentle sun.
New life pushes through the earth, stretching towards the light.
Tiny bell shaped clusters of snowdrops bow in humble recognition of their own existence.
Gratitude like sun-warmed stones soothes old wounds,
now like companions, understood and accepted.
Strength flows like the quickening of sap in my veins
and I know that I will bloom.
