snowdrops

Look at the snowdrops,

pushing through the hard crust,

Unwelcome revenant –

Here's to new beginnings!

Regret I am beset, too,

By the quiet ruination of resentment,

How dare there be the resurrection

Of things I wish buried, and buried deep.

The daffodils and peonies

Shall harbor ants,

Find themselves returned to soil,

the solace of nothingness.