Angel of my afterlife

Telling me that it gets easy

Like an angel of my afterlife

In the misty Austrian Alps today

The spring rain, is cold and light

Heavy and pink flowers of cherry

Pure shades of a singular white

Calling from depths of this new green

Unsure, present, burning bright

My windows are colored with water

And all that was worth the fight

That unwavering decision of spring

Trickles down, to find new heights.

(How lucky to have finally survived)

-Al