I wrote this poem a few winters ago. Thought it was a good time to post it, now that the Spring is really taking hold. xx
When the winter bites and the snow falls fast
When the ice grips hard and looks here to last
When everything looks bleak and dead
I still hear that small voice of hope inside my head.
Every tree and every flower
Lie dormant, trapped by winter’s power
But even when all we see is snow
Those buds, those bulbs, they seem to know
That one day, beyond the frozen bark
They will emerge from winter’s dark
And feel the warmth of Spring’s warm sun
And see the joy and be the fun.
So take each winters day as it comes
But never lose the hope which runs
Like a single thread throughout the world
And let the future be unfurled
For one thing is certain here on Earth
That out of sorrow comes great mirth
And out of pain comes Spring’s warm rain
So that we can be reborn again.