early thaw

spring came in the quiet of morning
when everything held serene
and sorrows were still mourning
yesterday‘s drifting charm

life felt achingly dull
before snowdrops slipped from the sky
and once the morning rose
everything loosened
with a sigh

she who has been wondering
turns her face toward the sun —
and in her longing
tomorrow becomes one
new day
to find herself again

beneath a sky
already in motion.