Blown by the chill wind the blossoms were thick
in the air, the white petals flying and whirling,
building into soft and delicate snow-like drifts.
Along the street her neighbors looked out,
knowing it would be their job to dig their way clear,
harumphing over the why of it.
On her way home she trudged through the drifts
her face frozen, tears in her eyes.
Behind her, her scarf whipped anchorless,
as she desperately tried to hold onto
that last shred of spring she had left.
All springs of all types—physical, mental, moral and spiritual—abide with new life and hope. But still, much can be asked and hurt at such delicate moments…
The photograph is entitled Courage and was taken in my home town, Putnam, CT. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.
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