Hope Blooms

Pretty pink flowers have opened up on my beloved little camelia tree.

Their bright faces, alive with beauty.

  

Some are barely opened, brand new to this earth.

Others have already stretched their petals fully, eager and ready for any

dose of sunshine or drop of rain.

And the honeysuckle on the trellis is bearing leaves once more.

Other wormy creatures, already enjoying a tasty treat.

It's early still, with months of winter to go.  But hope blooms.

This shadow season won't last forever.

"When Aslan bears his teeth, winter meets its death. 

When he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again." 
— C.S. Lewis