Scientifically spring, in spite of . . .

Scientifially, I suppose
There can no longer be any question
That spring will follow

Winter,

Rather inexorably.

Still, I am startled -

To see the life returning so suddenly,

buds bursting,

Amidst what was justly grey and, frankly, full of pain, prolonged, seemingly lifeless, frozen.

How can it be that as a loved one fades towards death, as so many doubt that there is a vital future,

Just the same,

Flowers burst forth,
And joy arises

The sun warms the sleeping greens, and they awaken, full of hope

Neither knowing, nor caring, about
What happened while they slept.

Now, they awaken, simply thriving on the rich humus of past lives,

Lives once mourned,

Now simply nourishment for
Those actors in the inexorable next act.