Sign Of Hope Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

(a rewrite)


Dark green scrub oak trees
Dot the rolling foothills,
In a chenile blanket
of textures and colors.

Bordered in ribbons
Of blossoms,
Winding roads create
Floral rainbows that

Run through pastures
Abundant with newborn
Calves, lambs; foals.
A flourishing contrast

To snaggle toothed
Fences, delapidated lattice barns,
Toppled trees and debris
Left by winter storms.

God’s nature rebounds in
The eternal sign of hope;
Fresh new life...
And the beauty of Spring.