Snowdrops

 Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.


I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me.
 I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.

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