Spring Came

Spring came

as they said it would.

Out of the ashes
out of the dust
out of the air.

Scars remained

and landscapes changed.

People left

as nighttime laid heavy

on the hearts of those who lost.

Spring came

and branches

burst forth their blooms.

Days got longer

and bird songs filled the air.

Spring came

with the anticipation

of the bite of the first garden

as if through it all

something there is

that always

stays the same.