Springsong

The hum of spring

bursts into

joyous song.

 

Gazing upon renewal,

all the old cliches

of eternal hope

march through my mind

like ghostly soldiers.

 

The echoes of the past,

of lost battles, of wars lost,

fade with their footsteps.

 

But the hope

I feel is real.

 

And inner peace

comes forth

as an

opening bud.