Ghazal of Hope
Winter's chilling grasp on life leaves little hope;
the lashing frostbiting air sucks out all hope.
Embrace of my children, giggles thaw my heart;
tousled locks of hair, eyes of wonder full of hope.
A wife's gentle touch spreads a feeling of warmth;
she and I in life, a perfect pair, a promise of hope.
The table filled with friends brings raucous in the kitchen,
laying out a feast to share of plates piled high with hope.
Seen in my crystal ball window, a red breasted Robin rests
on a crooked branch still bare, singing his song of hope.
He sings out to me, Luke, why here do you still remain?
For spring you must prepare, do not give up all hope.
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