These leaves are forgotten now…laid to rest eight weeks ago. Blue sky replaced by gray. The branches shiver now as winter rules the day. Nights are unforgiving. Blizzards terrifying. Will I ever regain that splendor of old?
Thank you, spring. Thank you a thousand times more.
You save me from the cold…the harsh misconception that I would shiver for eternity.
In you, hope is reborn and I am new again.
What You’re Saying