There are spring times of betrayal when
having survived the ice storms of winter
the ice remains.
With windows open, as fresh air
filters through seasonal screens,
a harshness more bitter than sleet comes to stand at the broken heart.
Muse nudges, it is wise to witness where your gaze naturally falls and this morning you are looking into spring.
Far beyond betrayal stands forsythia, limber and swaying outside the window within your vision.
No matter the sting of despair
at being dismissed from another,
the first glint of spring’s change
captures your attention.
Flowering yellow cascades are the soul image the eye takes in as hope steps forward and wraps the stricken heart in a softness of petals.
Life continues richer and sweeter than ever before as you let your freedom ring beyond betrayal.