Now there are flowers, 
flowers on my front porch. 

The blackbirds sing;
 and beams of light dance
 into my house.
 
My feet were stuck in the mud…

 But this is different
 It's raining spring:
 leaving puddles of new hope! 
 
 The creeks are buzzing again.
 
 Just when I thought
 it will always be cold and dark,
 a new season awakes. 

 
 Dalene de Vente
2024