There is a thaw, too long in the making;

Not just of snow and ice nor lake or window pane,

We are on the cusp of a thawing of ideals.

Like the first breaths of spring,

Fragrant and refreshing after a long brutal winter.

~

What beauty awaits as blossoms,

Every color of the rainbow paints winters bare landscape,

Each one equally beautiful.

So many had fought and died to see this day,

Sun shining, blue skies, a warming breeze

Before returning to the earth.

~

You were not forgotten

As successive springs sprout new generations

In the image of those preceding them.

Your loss was not for naught brothers and sisters,

A hopeful spring has come.

Spread beyond your garden borders

To mingle amongst the forests and fields.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~