My Baptism


The winter was almost gone,
but that night
was still white and cold,
with flakes of snow
dancing in the hallway.
I walked inside
to say good-bye
to the girl I used to be.
At the same time, baby buds
were held in arms of trees
and were to bloom,
touched by the morning sun.
That night my heart
melted in the streams
of water,
and I was awakened
to the first day of the spring
of my life.

[photo] Photo by Evan Zinser