The fear that the worst may befall
and the faith that all
may really end well
inhabit the same innermost realm,
yet the ever-springing hope to redeem
gives an adamantine edge to optimism,
and that awaits the dark veil to part
to let through lucent light
and brighten the spirit.
The window through which the fair seasons
are savoured, and blithe garden birds
are delightfully heard, amidst cherry blossoms,
now in winter offers but a dull outlook
with only memories of warmer days
to provide some solace, inclining us to think
less of the moment’s miseries.