the flowers on the trees,
by Katherine Heinze

The flowers on the trees 

In springtime

Are so white

I am forced to think of heaven

 

My mind slips into pondering

Whether this is some

Paradise on earth

Twisted amongst us, right now

 

There is a bright light

Shining all around

In the cinderblock and in the

Fingers that set them in place

 

Sometimes, I will admit,

I long to hate the world

To crush it

For all its heartbreak and too-soon sunsets

 

But even in those devilish moments,

Of fire and rath,

I am filled with a love

That I cannot bring myself to turn away from

 

So, in the springtime

I will throw open my shutters

Unlatch all my doors

And let love wander through

 

In its own way

And in its own time

We are all drawn to the love

That sleeps inside us, 

 

Waiting to be born

Hannah Sy - Winter Evening