Spring did not come easy that year
and neither did her happiness.
Both were wrought from cold hard ground,
after having to be tough as nails,
face into belligerent gusts of wind
and relentless rain.
Exhausted they both turned toward the sun
the moment it appeared.
The first bud was strong and sweet
paving the way for full bloom.
Tiny leaves gathered on the branch and
suddenly everything was green.
