Spring was finally stirring,
Shaking her sleepy head and stretching,
spreading daffodils, crocus’ and assorted colours
across a winter landscape.
The warmth of new grass,
of air that carried the smell of flowers
in place of frost,
the weak sun poking its head from
a bed of clouds.
I watched all this with smiling lips,
grateful eyes and words of happiness for winter’s end.
Underneath my smile cried a broken heart
at the loss of him.
A silent cry, the end of a love that had existed
only to us, and one I could not cry aloud for.
heaviness underneath spring lightness,
like flower buds crushed by the weight of snow.
I turn my face up to the shining sun,
and feel cold.