Spring Gold

The golden petals dance
in the spring sunshine
newly born from
the hazed, grey fog
of winter to
smile in all their
newness and delight
at the universe.

Oh small petals
fluttering in the breeze
how you little you know
of hardship and
travail - and yet
your gladness melts
the sadness lying
in my heart -
even if it's only
for a moment.

29 March, 2017
© Eleanor Clark