Beneath the Snow, Flowers Grow

In light of the recent "deep freeze" we've recently experienced, I'm sharing s a little tribute I wrote in honor of February:

Black and white February tends to chill us to the bone.

Summer joys lie torpid in thick ice. Hopes hybernating.

Frozen in distant memory banks, spring flowers lie far  beneath.

In cold and cloudy winter, one begins to wonder whether May will ever show her lovely face again.

But she will!
 She will!
She will!
She always does!

Every spring,
she springs,
and sings,
and brings new life.

The multi-colored days,
pinioned by the bitter greys,
will soon burst forth in light,

Winter is only temporary.

Beneath the snow, flowers grow.


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