NATURE HAS ITS WAYS
I can look away from the rising of shoots
trying to fight their way to the surface,
only to be defeated by the cold heart of nature
and not mourn the loss of color.
I can suffer awhile longer yet
the frosty ice yet unfrozen
in the mind of an unending winter
not think of warmth from a sun defeated.
I cannot unsee the fertile ground
in a cold man’s heart left untended, fallow
and not connect it to a winter begun in his youth
and not be in sorrow for all the warmth
that he has not felt
in a life spent striving for life to bloom.
© M Durfee