A Poem of Hope

Hope Grows in Winter

Spring is always there,
beneath the death of winter. Sleeping.
Gathering strength from the seeds of
hope planted in you long before the world
breaths in your fragrance or walks among your beauty.
Securely know—
whether rose, sturdy oak, or wildflower—
you emerge with the concrete reality of
unseen potential. Nurtured
in and out of season by trial, sorrow, hope, and joy. Wait.
Future generations bloom in the fertile dying to self.

A poem by Karisa Moore, author of “Broken Butterflies: Emerging Through Grief”