the butterflies are chasing one another,
the air grows warmer and more tender,
the gardener is contemplating
the seasonal rhythm of her plants.
the winter has seemingly waved
her unwanted goodbye, as if it wasn’t
planned,
and the spring is waiting to be fully awake.
this cycle of life and death,
of rest and growth
oh, this i deeply know
and yet i always find myself in grief
.
there is this little tree with yellow flowers,
her name i have yet to know,
she bloomed brightly
in the middle of the footpath.
every day as i walked past, 
there she was, dancing
with the winter morning sun
then one day, out of the blue,
the yellow flowers disappeared
leaving behind the tree with mere despair.
well, i guess i was just pessimistic, my dear
who always tries to hold so tight
onto something 
that’s already left in the past
the tree might have found her new joy,
perhaps,
as new green leaves come around.

2025.10.09