Belief.

As the  first shade of orange
Lines the sky
The graffiti of black tress
Against the backdrop
Of an unwillingly white expanse of sky
Sprout the first sinuation
Of green in rebellion
Signifying the onset of a chaos
Much welcome.


I walk into another season
Literally, figuratively
Battered, cold
Taller nonetheless
And ready for the warmth
This time around
I hope.

Today, faith is a miracle.