The End Of Winter


The land is dead and the trees wear black in mourning
The white blanket covers the once verdant land.
Nothing moves, nothing grows… nothing
Yet to the East
Look to the East!
There is a light a sliver of hope and glory
Amber rays and red spread across the Eastern sky.
The morning dawns and the white blanket reveals jewels
They sparkle and dance in the Eastern light.
There are green needles on the evergreens, life still comes through
The darkness is defeated and the life of the sun spreads out the beauty of the land before me
It is winter and the land sleeps, but there is still the sun and the days grow longer
The bite of cold will be defeated and the land will live again
The hope of day fills me the hope of an end to the deadly cold
The light warms my soul.
This winter, my winter
It will end

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