Hope

Frigid temperatures

Had chilled her to the bone

When winter raged against her marriage,

As storm after storm

Swept over her raw emotions

That threatened to buckle

Under the crushing weight

Of verbal and emotional abuse.

Would the long winter never end?

Would soft, warm breezes

Ever blow again?

Would Sonlight

Break through heavy clouds

And send the softening rain?

Everywhere in nature,

A long, cold winter

Had given way

To resurrection life.

The bright, floral colors of spring

Mocked her inner pain.

Creeping Phlox indeed!

Would to God their beauty

Could creep into her heart.

Tulips opened wide their cups

To embrace the sun.

How could she ever

Open her heart

To trust again?

In the panorama

Of the great outdoors,

Delicate, lacy, mint-green leaves

Bobbed in the breeze.

Dainty buds of magenta and white,

As well as yellow daffodils

Nodded agreement

That spring had come.

A chill swept across her skin.

Could spring ever come

To her heart again?

She hugged herself

And went inside

To pray and wait.

Copyright © 2015 Elaine Beachy