New beginnings or continued submergence. Life choices. Family Issues
Flowers no longer grow
on my well trodden path.
Even the perennial snowdrops, harbingers of hope,
have chosen to lie, cossetted in dark earth,
rather than risk emergence to random foot-falls,
They remain, safely underground , whispering
Betrayal’s a hard act to ingest
stifling new shoots or fresh beginnings…
Spring is sidling up to me, cajoling me with promises.
My heart is gelid.
I may choose to listen
or perhaps wait
for the thaw.