The white fluff,
That has covered the ground for
Months,
Since time began,
Has returned.
Death is upon us.
Cold,
Bitter,
Relentless temperatures.
Life will not last long.
Nonetheless,
The young tulip bulb has sprouted.
And even though it is the end of the growing season,
It still tries to grow.
Winter defeats it,
But come spring,
It comes back for a win.
I think we have all been that "young tulip bulb" - defeated by powers stronger than we are at the time. Thank goodness, though, for spring. (I could use some spring right now, actually. Thanks for the image to keep me going... :)
ReplyDeleteI'm just glad the snow's going away now.
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