Finding Spring
By Betsy Hammer
I settle into these bones again
Autumn winds turned them brittle in the end
But I remember spring like a childhood
My memories are fantasies
With hidden meaning in the clouds, in the ground
All of that’s over now
As I succumb to the rot and frost
In my dreams, I always see
Flowers blooming out of a killing winter
Bringing new growth and a breath of fresh air
It traps me in a sweet reverie
Until I pull myself out of a frozen pond
Walk miles through valleys and deserts
Just to find meaning in what I’ve already known
It only comes if you let it go
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