jopoppins

i feel the change of the season,
creeping in...
sinking into me...
and filling me up with hope.

when i close my eyes,
and the wind rushes past my cheek,
beyond the cold sting...
the reminder,
the past,
the cold...
i can almost smell spring.

flowers...
lilacs.

oh...hope,
my long lost friend.

where have you been hiding?

did you leave when i left?

did i return?

questions...
they just get in the way.

strength,
courage,
and hope.

and i am filled to the brim.