by Danielle Dumas
There’s something about winter
When the bitter
Bites through your clothes
And everyone knows
The darkest hours are here.
Trees are stripped bare of their
Showing their bark -bones beneath.
Watercolor rain falls, freezing into
The world is silent, watchful and waiting
Listening for that unheard sound
To us, but sung to them
A seasons hymn
Of reason and times
Of rhythms and rhymes.
And those who wait and hope
Will once again see
Sunlight chasing away the dark.
Winter has given birth to Spring.