All winter, as I endured the cold and dreary days,
the treacherous heaps of ice and snow, I told myself
that beneath that barren, frozen ground, flowers slept.
The mere thought of them pulled me through,
rekindling my desire for the tomorrows of spring.
It all seemed so far away, almost impossibly distant.
Did I imagine flowers slept there? No. I remembered
the feel of the moist earth as I placed the bulbs
in the little holes that I had dug for them, wishing
them sweet dreams and saying little prayers
for their well-being. And today, here they are,
their delicate beauty touching my soul, a promise
fulfilled. And my spirit rises on their fragrance,
singing with them, “Thank you! Thank you!”