Poetry Month: Take 1

Melting Doubt

I have seen the sunrise
just above the horizon --
an enormous, copper orb
sizzling with intensity
against the winter sky,
and I know spring is coming.
Its audacity
erases my timidity
my doubtfulness that spring --
that summer --
will ever come.

Though the vaulting sky
glows robin-egg blue,
cold still chills my bones.
Ancient stirrings caress
melting blankets,
waking myrtle,
and I know my blood
will warm.
The ground and my soul
will thaw together.

I have seen the crocus
just above the last snows –
a miniature, royal bud
bursting with intensity
against the frozen ground,
and I know spring is coming.
                           - Roberta Worthington