Sing a Song of Spring - Eostre Challenge - Photo Contest

"The grip of winter loosens slow,

A melting sigh on frosted bough.

The snowdrop pokes a timid head,

Where frozen ground lay stark and dead.

 

From dormant earth, a vibrant hue,

Of crocus gold and violet blue.

The robin sings a melody,

Of waking life for all to see.

 

Yet through this burst of verdant grace,

A lonely path she starts to trace.

Released from silent, snowy keep,

She walks where vibrant colors sleep.

 

The sun's warm kiss upon her face,

A counterpoint to inner space.

No hand to hold, no voice to share,

Just springtime's beauty, and her care.

 

The promise blooms, a hopeful sight,

But shadows cling to fading light.

She walks alone, a silhouette,

Into the heart of solitude, and yet...

 

Perhaps within the quiet bloom,

A seed of peace will find its room.

A silent strength, a whispered plea,

To find connection, just to be."

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