Like the tentative first buds
of flowers unfolding as the answer
to winter’s desperate prayers,
signs of hope fill the spaces
around us in peopled clusters
of unmasked optimism.
Done with the dormancy
of lonely nights and cloistered days,
through with life’s lassitude and loss,
we welcome the verdant
weight of blossoming wonder,
the density of new growth—
Fresh ideas. Future journeys.
New affections. Next directions.
Grateful to be together, remembering
how to love, we celebrate, hoping
the season of darkness has passed.
It is finally time for shared elation,
as life silences our wintered fears
that this, our Spring, might never come.
by Anne McCrady
This poem first appeared in Langdon Review of the Arts in Texas, Vol. 18.