Easter Morning, 2020

Spring comes late where I live
as the Ocean is slow to release
the memories of winter
and her chill breath exhales over the night.
We woke to frost on the earth

But still, the morning sun highlights
those small green promises
pushing through hard soil with resilience.
Here we are! We came back!

My gaze searches for them anxiously,
tenderly, and my heart thaws with joy.