Dead Is the Winter. Fear It Not.
With fallen grace the ground crunches.
The sky mists a dull grey.
The bird's cheeping silences.
The wind's bite is bitter.
The Sun shies away.
The Earth is dead,
Or so that's what we were told,
When we roamed as children through the bleakness.
The colour has left us dead and dry.
Our bodies shiver, like the branches on the old apple tree.
Do we fear the cold?
Do we fear the darkness?
Should we embrace the winter's frost when it settles and shimmers?
What do we do when the leaves and petals abandon us,
And the sweet fruits fall and rot upon the ground?
The ice could kill us, couldn't it?
Remember to tell our children to fear nothing.
Tell them the winter is cold and harsh,
But it will end.
And Spring will be coming,
Coming to embrace us,
Wash us in a warm glow of light,
And the Earth that rots around us
Will rise up from decay and dance again.
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