The Fragrance of Hope

The tree casts a shadow on the field,
a dark silhouette.
From here, you cannot see the white flowers
that dot its limbs, a private announcement of spring,
further perhaps than you imagined,
but worth the walk to inhale the fragrance
of hope.

About this poem.

About spring, certainly. About the need and ability for us to find peace even when there is not peace. I seem genetically unable to write a poem about a single thing (except love poems to the woman I love.)

Be well,

Tom