At long last, dawn
Fear seeps trepidation creeps Through my bones Chilled from within Cold-blooded — numb Internally, eternally(?) frozen The calendar marks the seasons But the climate remains the same A year of upheaval, uproar Uncertainty, insecurity Pandemonium Distrust, mistrust of each other Of ourselves Clamor, Anarchy Outbreak, Outcry for Restraint, Relief Rescue
At long last Faith warms dawn transforms A hibernating heart Awakened — free Inwardly, outwardly joyful Liberated from its stalemate The break of day kindles spirits Fair weathers’ watch resets, renews Expectations, anticipation Tranquility Potential, promise for us For humanity Comradery, Community Release, Revelry for Healing, Harmony Hope
*Poet’s Note: One of the first blooms of Spring, the crocus is often viewed as a symbol of rebirth, renewal, and hope.
This poem was originally published on Medium.com.
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Great book end poems, aptly named.