Hope

In a field strewn with shards of sorrow,

Overcast skies that cast no shadow,

Stands a lone, proud flower;

Delicate, tiny, with petals that shrivel at the lightest touch.

A shot of color against the gray,

A spot of life amidst the dead.

As it dances with the wind, it beckons the heart

Teasing her to believe.

- mh