Monday, February 10, 2014

The Hope of Spring

The chilly breeze

Sweeps across the snow and ice

Winter without end

The cold sinks

Into my bones

When will I free myself

From the cold within

Lurking around the corner

Soon comes with hope

That rebirth in spring

The birds return from

Sunny locales in the south

The first buds of spring

On dormant trees appear

The flowers of spring

Creep up through what

Was frozen soil

This shall not last

For all our days

There is a hope

There is a rebirth

There is spring

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