Hope Springs... Poem by Ima Ryma

With loss of love and broken heart,
Sadly I sat beneath a tree.
I felt so alone and apart
As fallen fall leaves fell on me.
With tears in eyes and short of breath,
It seemed to me that each leaf shed
Was like me living a slow death,
My heart be shedding hope till dead,
In my autumn of discontent
And through my winter suffering.
How could I live with my lament?
Would I survive until next spring?

Next year I found that tree full of
Leaves, as I walked with my new love.