In the corner of the garden, heliobores wear
crystal droplets fallen from a colorless sky
in ribbons of frozen rain and snow. March,
who transports us from winter into spring,
performs her mission adeptly, with subtlety
and grace. We shiver in the cold, tempted
to scowl. But there, in the corner of the garden,
bold blossoms open, singing songs of resilience,
painting our minds with sweet hope.