The Spring in my Heart

Like I would never see
them falling again
for time has pieced together
what was broken;
and carried by the summer wind,
a touch of winter
from within;
birds would chirp
a newborn humming
melodies not of old,
tuning to the dawn,
awakening, welcoming
one familiar sun
past monsoons
carrying the agony,
the smoke
from a dying fire
as I hear a symphony
of victory once found.

I let out a worthy sigh;
let’s go beyond this door
pick fruits begotten ladylike
—lovely to the core;
from up in trees,
who like the rest,
are rich with nuts and nests,
insects, flowers
weigh down stems,
showering the earth
with gold and gems.

But rains catch up
with the rhythm,
as nature is
both warm and cold.

Like I would never see
them falling again;
oh, but they do so in the end!

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete
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