Spring

Out of a lifeless mass of dead leaves and other tree detritus,

Little green shoots appear out of the ground.

They are brave and don’t struggle, but push up defying the decay around them.

They poke through brown leaves, dry and dead, very dead.

Some appear to be outlines, skeletons of last-year’s leaves.

These old brown leaves, their green life is long over, seem not worth a memory.

It’s spring.

Life has a spring.

Life is full of things not worth the value of a memory

The dead detritus of failures, bad choices, lost loves, and other things

So badly decayed that they are beyond the reach of even regret.

Mere skeletons of memories, the shadows of extinguished passions.

Beneath  our dead leaves, always green shoots ready to reach for light,

To grow, flourish, blossom, and . . .fade, 

To make room for next year’s shoots.

And there are evergreens that stand witness all this.

Cherish that which is evergreen and savor the excitement of the new green shoots

Resurrection.