A Shadow

Haunted by a dark shiver,
that creeps like a shadow's quiver.
A blackening cold
spreading upon my bones.
Confronted by the raw dank,
invasive thoughts of the unknown.
Hope is seen gaunt wandering my halls.
That despair is desperate to taint.
But strength has heard the ancient call.
The brightest gold sun shines
through the shriveled berry branches.
Blessed with newborn tiny blossom enhancements.
Away from the chaotic complexity of
the dark thought's advancement.
For when a shadow exists
that belongs to no sun.
I no longer shrivel in a cruel questioning dark.
Blossoming buds caress my soul's naked bark.
Spring's novice light makes the shadows dance & stun.