Nascent

Nascent

A punishing winter stripped branches naked,

hardened water and blood;

sweet somnolence giving way to a yawning ache behind the ribs.

Then -you.

An ember blown to a rosy glow beneath kindling

meticulously piled by fingers  not yet devoid of hope.

Blooming warmth, and the anticipation

                                                                             of spring.

Authors Note: A SH inspired poem, drawing on experience of meeting a kindred spirit- finding something worth living for. I have to admit that I am slightly embarrassed that I have found my muse in such an unlikely place, and I hope that doesn't cheapen the poetry in anyway. I like to think my poems are universal. 

Comments/ Constructive Criticism is welcomed. Poetry is a fluid art and I am forever open to editing.