Two more weeks
says the eternal optimist.
Two more weeks
and Spring is here!
This hoary winter- blasted bush
may commence to cloak its brokenness.
Time-thwarted.
Challenged at every turn.
Of the Bonsai persuasion, of its own accord.

I have seen you, lonely friend,
budding with those precious green stems.
Are we of a kin?
Downtrodden for now,
we but await the blooming
of those summer smiles.
They make up for all.