***
I count myself as grateful
for the gift of tears
for the melt and the thaw
the rivulets across the snow
when heartbreak’s icy verge
yields before that inexorable flow
sap rising in the trees, branches bending
to kiss the willing ground
for the gift of tears
for the melt and the thaw
the rivulets across the snow
when heartbreak’s icy verge
yields before that inexorable flow
sap rising in the trees, branches bending
to kiss the willing ground
