Now past my week of early winter,
I have seen a subtle spring.
At the edge of her words,
and in the corners of her eyes
I feel something growing.
Some new flower is taking root
among the weeds I have let grow
unfettered and free
in the garden of my heart.
What blossom this bud may bring,
blooming among the roses of tomorrow,
only time will tell.
Til then, I shall tread
delicate as daisies
among the dandelions
watching this flower bloom.

AcB 11.21.00