Love has to go through darkness and pain
Love has to go through darkness and pain and endurance and a stark acceptance before it can come out into the far light of the sun.
This is the last year.
There will be no other,
but heartless nature
seemingly relents.
Never has a winter sun
spilled so much light,
never have so many flowers
dared such early bloom.
The air is brilliant, sharp.
Never have I taken
such long, long breaths.