Thursday, February 28, 2008

There was never much hope...just a fool’s hope
That the skies would open under greenest trees
Reward a life lived in hope with a briefest glimpse
Of what would be missed but now savoured

Still comes the rain and I must wait some more
Take time to now feel the world arising to growth
Watch frogs in amorous union under the falling rain
Wait till the sunshine in May to begin to live again