As a snowdrop bravely makes its Spring debut even whilst snow is on the ground
she knows she must surrender her reluctance to live again,
without him
she must push forward, she must elbow through
even if uncouth
she mustn’t let memories of his charcoal eyes impede her discernment of others
though admittedly her heart is a mere sliver of what it once was
she is sagacious enough to know that she will be fine,
without him
With her face upturned in the morning sun,
she follows the dulcet tunes of Spring
with hope,
to start a new life
without him
~Melanie Thomason
2/05/2020
Beautiful. Soft words explaining life.
Thank you, as always.
Melancholy yet infinitely hopeful. Well crafted.
Thank you, Chris 🙂
Beautiful love the metaphor!
😀 Thank you so much!
I think of spurned love as well as a death… two possibilities here, maybe more… like perhaps the loss of a child (at any age).
Oh, thank you! I had hoped to leave it open to multiple interpretations 🙂