Yesterday
the purely white hyacinth
popped up amongst
twigs,
dead leaves
and dull rocks
to stand tall,
proudly alone,
and majestic,
as if announcing
new life and growth and change…
…a bulb most likely
thrown out with
last Easter’s trash,
then left behind unknowingly
by workers in dirty boots
hanging on a stinky truck…
…oh, if only I could borrow
the unrelenting patience
of that discarded bulb
through this,
the long winter
of my soul.