Winter collapses
Sun sinks into horizon near nine
Perennials emerging from rest, rain washing sleep from their eyes
Hope
Awakens in me
.
Bleakness crumbles
Sun births from horizon near six
Leaves emerging from darkness, light drawing life from their veins
Hope
Awakens in me
.
And yet even in Springtime
the wind bites
the snow falls
the frost burns
.
The last mile is always the hardest
Wind and Bone 