Bursting to Bloom

The sparrow does not compare his notes
to the nightingale’s,
nor his feathers to the scarlet cardinal’s.

We are bursting at the seams to bloom,
but fear or vanity keeps us from it.

In the shadows of twilight
we sit comfortably alone
studying the sky for signs of stars.

If it is cloudy we say there are none.
Foolish to believe they cease to exist
because we cannot see them.

Foolish to believe the sound of wintery winds
means there will be no spring.
Snowflakes swirl

but daffodils are bursting to bloom.

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