No sign of life, all this time,
your secret– locked inside
your dried and brittle twigs,
grounded in Winter’s chill.
A sudden surprise declaration
of love I’d long forgotten,
you displayed a solitary flower
that caught my full attention.
A herald to the season’s change,
a reawakening of warm feelings
I thought had died, long forgotten!
You had guarded your secret well.
Once again I’m under your spell,
intoxicated by the scented breeze,
infected by your contagious breath
of new love unfurling once again.
Chevvy's diary 