Memory of spring

I was a tree bare in the middle of winter -holding onto that one memory of spring. Holding onto the hope of yesterday. I feel so heavy hearted , so heavy is the load I bared. The chains have been removed. The leaves have fallen! All except for that one memory. In my quietness, in my inner strength I trust in my hope for tomorrow. The winter has come but spring is just around the corner. I shed the old and ready for what spring has to bring. All the time I let slip away... If there was never a spring I know I still am deep rooted into the ground, ,my roots grow deep and my fruit I bore plentiful! I will hold onto that one leaf that one hope, that one memory of spring.