Last Night I Dreamt of Spring

I dreamt of the arrival of Spring

Dawn was about to break
In the sky warm air was moving
Hope, beauty and love it would bring

Walks on the mountain and sun

In reflected eyes of tempered
Happiness, awe and sadness
Were all but overcome

Winter, it seems, was real

A flower found its shelter once again
Safe in a cave, meant for heart’s hollow
Dark ghosts of its past, falsely, to feel

Yet, hope remains for mercies anew

Spring will appear in seasons of grace
To display her true self
In the splendour known by so few