Cannot

Cannot move, cannot breathe
cannot prove myself
Spring pushes through a broken fence
and whispers to the Shed
"I'm coming soon,and I'll wash you clean..."
Shed listens and shivers with hope
while grass twists and turns
and reaches for the mis-led bees
the bees that cannot
cannot
keep quiet
willing to take the risk
even if they perish for hope
the hope that cannot
Cannot
be misplaced
even in the Dead of Winter