Spring Will be Here Again

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Spring will be here again, all my good friends.
I may talk to my family again.
We could all move beyond blame, make amends.
We should show no one hatred or disdain.

Before all those faded leaves hit the ground,
Green growth burst forth from the live, still warm, soil.
If we just listen, nature will expound.
In hope, we go forward, not to recoil.

A flower won’t apologize for growth.
Nature lives on. Judgment slows our learning.
Spring will be here again, someday for both,
The winners and the vanquished returning.

After the cold of winter, spring appears,
Only first, we may have to shed some tears.