Winter lament
Dark trees lined white as snow falls fast; the late, wet, kind it doesn’t last ; heavy blanket like on my soul.
February’s grey its darkness cast. Deja vu ,reflections past.
My will stands strong, experienced lament down the mired path.
Seasons move a rhythmic dance ,an old friend passes a longing glance.
Winter howls,right smart of wind ,snarling teeth we must advance.
Iron stove the embers glow, wood fire penetrates bone.
Life’s a forge it cooks off dross,tempering spirit we won't get lost.
Soon the Sun will cast its gaze, defrost the chatter ,it’s will be done.
Krocus ‘ purple sail unfurled beneath the blanket leaves are curled.
Prophetic purple of things to come: the Rose of Sharon, the Summer Son!
My soul's salvation is done!
Winter lament
Observations of a snowfall