Hope

the mistakes

that brought

us to this place

repeated

masqueraded

as fate

as will

and yet

here we are again

still breathing

at the edge

of a

meadow

soon to be refreshed with

spring grasses

blooming in all the hues

and shades of green

drinking in

the last of

winter’s snow

in the good

company of robins

who gather

what they need

in the present hour

for strong yet delicate nests