♧ Mother's Quartet ♧

Here comes a wind

Borne of the north,

A breezy sign

Of darkened days.

Here springs a sprig

Of lavender,

A violet promise

Of sunlit hope.

Here bursts a ray of light

That seeps through every broken mind,

A tiny golden fragment

Of all the colors in the wind.

Here drifts a crimson leaf

That floats past greying window panes;

A part of not-yet-here but almost-there

Of winding roads untraveled.