Brownness taking every leaf, each stem
Waning strength shows only death
All vitality drained out from them
Absent the essence of seed or even bud
Just broken twig and ripping thorn
Showing barren vengeance of decay
Where one living beauty was born
Till in the spring beyond last hope
Fed by the return of birthing rain
A tiny burgeoning of renewal is seen
Evidence that will of life can remain
Sprig of growth bursts full of life
Buds emerge of wood deemed dead
Launching outward reaching for sky
Fresh increase from roots well fed
The dead remnant amongst renewal
Preceding pain and loss not removed
But that bramble is not the whole
As life reaches to receive its glory
Just existing once more is not enough
This life strives forward to share
Exploding into a flowery display
Providing passers a reason to stare
Filling the are with a sweet perfume
Lightens thoughts of each that nears
Wanting to sing life songs of joy
Gift of heart to those who would hear
Rosy pedals pave the very path
With satin carpets of fragrant silk
Swarming butterflies grace blooms
Harvesting nectar as their daily milk
Beauty of nature from annual waste
Sharing promise of unlikely renewal
The sweetness of returning love lost
Springing up as an unexpected jewel
Chance for which the faithful hold
Through ages bitter holding true
Knowing for what purpose they wait
The price to pay, pain to pass through.
G - December 2008
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