Bittersweet
this day i wept tears of joy
like a mother who had
lost a wayward child
that returned after
years of distance
as spring’s early appearance
bathed us in her forgiveness, warmth
basking in the sun’s full cooperation
giving us pause
for familiar recognition
that after this rough & tumble season
riddled by an uninvited guest
who has overstayed
their welcome at best
we can once again
breathe in a sigh of relief
since spring is about to bring her beauty
bursting forward
yet all i can think about
are the people of Ukraine
all those marked bombs raining down upon them
beating them into putin’s
egomaniacial submission
i imagine the summer bloom in pastures of sunflowers with
their heads bowed in sorrow and together we wept bittersweet.
—©g.a.meeder, 2022®
The Frankly Speaking Press 