A Moment's Bliss

After the cold winds have gone away,

and the ice blankets are no more,

the life once held in the white dungeon awaits,

making its way through the muddy floor.

As if it knows to come out before the others,

before the sun's rays pierce the gloomy clouds,

from the aftermath of winter's fury, it suffers,

yet through April's overbearing showers, it buds.

Dressed in violet, golden and milky petals

it sends a message for everyone to hear,

preparing the way for the fair Lady's arrival,

with silent rejoicing for She is near.

Oh, how your happiness would have sustained,

if you had more time to drink the sun-kissed day,

yet one simple messenger shall you remain,

fulfilling your duty before withering away.

Though your time is short,

you will be missed,

your beautiful display

but a moment's bliss.

by Ashley Abreu