A newborn sun hides

A newborn sun hides

Behind

Slick, grey cloud

Waiting for the break,

The ground

A scab of old snow.

Green shoots of recovery

Peep through dirty drifts

Announcing summer with a whisper

Barely heard

Above the crunch of boots

On frozen earth,

The slow return of colour

To the monochrome

I feel such sorrow.

The weight of her.

I could be winding down

An endless staircase

Falling through the years

Tending to every single step

Finality divine

Even half broken

There is a little momentum

Though minimal progress

My catalyst

Still lacking

Something of her

Escapes the clutches of doubt

A simple thing

An embrace

Of sorts

Cold fingers

Holding me together

Seizing the moment

The tightening of its grip

Lightening the burden

Lifting me

And I walk on

Both with and without her

Forever in her debt

If only for the comfort

I am given

When all seems lost.