This year, Spring arrived

This year,
Spring arrived in a flurry
of rainy days the winter
missed, and filled our resevoirs
with hope.

This year, Spring arrived in a hurry.
A sudden warmth, but still
the mist
that seemed to hug each morning.

And I was here, not waiting
for anything to be different.

And here I was, just weeping, sweeping
up my broken pieces,
holding each one out to warm,
to shimmer in the afternoon sun;

Just still,
watching the twilight
of the day that won't return.

This year, Spring arrived,
and I am here,
not waiting.