Hope is not dashed —
Though it be cut down,
all green sprigs gone,
its truth remains
persistent as mint
sending runners wide
throughout the underground of thought
In its inevitable time
it will surface
in strength collected
from the soft release
of everything that dies.
Vigorous in fragrant, purpled green
hope will rise.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2014
What zing! What pep! This certainly put a little spring in my step, but not without a pause of fragrant contemplation. Thank you for this.