The Return Of Hope Poem by C Richard Miles

Now paltry, passing tears have gladly gone
And eyes as dry as desert’s dust remain
And fleeting fears have flapped wide wings and flown,
Like corn chaff winnowed from spent, shrivelled grain
Blown in the breeze like fleece-fine thistledown
In drifts across the polished threshing floor,
New hope, like sprouting seed, has sprung and grown
Which, peering round half-open, promise-door,
Can shyly start to overcome and roam
But soon, with ever-heartening, new-found strength
She’ll saunter back to make her humble home,
Within my soul; there to remain at length
Until such time as troubles start to grow
But, even then, she’ll still be there, I know.