I wrote this a few weeks ago. I felt a change in me and then this poem emerged.
I look to my garden
The withered is emerging,
revealed from the snow
Its tomb for the winter,
lifeless and shriveled
A life already lived
I look to my garden,
see the wilted and shriveled
A memory from the past
Then a shoot, tiny and green,
budding and sprouting
A new life begins
I look to my garden
The bud is now flourishing,
its leaves reaching out
The rain drops to feed it
Blossoming and blooming,
A new life to live