Hope
In the half-light, on my evening walk,
the first pale-green spears of spring
stuck out their tongues
from the lips of leaf mold
and dark earth to mock me.
“Back home,” they said, “the daffodils
are in full bloom. In Ireland
the shamrock refuses to surrender.
It will not be trampled underfoot.”
“But this is my home,” I replied.
“Believe: and spring will come,”
the earth cried out.
“La paciencia todo lo alcanza –
patience achieves everything.”
The darkness deepened. Night came on.
But the sun still shone within my heart,
and filled me with hope.
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Hope.
rogermoorepoet 
Yes. Yes. I noticed first-greens in my garden today, too.
Happy Spring, Sir Raj.
And, if me you can’t stand,
Neil
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Almost time for you to snowdrop round, have some tea, and plan my spring renewal with me. All best wishes, Neil. Thanks for visiting.
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Very nicely done Roger – and a message of patience and hope is pretty much what the world needs right now.
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It has indeed become a darker place. Still, the shoots of renewal are there and while there’s life … dum spiro, spero.
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