The Forgiving Season

Yanan Shang, Medical University of Ohio

A typical Sunday afternoon,
April rain.
Sky is grey,
even the rain drops seem lazy,
dabbing onto the windshield,
one stroke here, one stroke there.
The only ones that appear to be in a hurry,
are the flower buds on the apple tree.

Dread of last winter melting away,
new shoots meet the earthy breeze,
next to the pile of last foliage.
You and I may remember the dark January,
Flowers pink and white,
opening up a bright smile,
as if the snow and cold wind,
have been forgiven.