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.
Beyond Panic 