Trapped in the darkness
Cold, Claustrophobic
The fire dies
No hope for Spring
Winter never ends
Clouds break
Sun sparkles off ice encrusted snow
Harkening back to warmer days
Crisp mountain air
Crystals twinkling deep in rushing streams
Wild strawberries sweet to the taste
Wildflowers sweet to the senses
Marmots, mischievous eyes poking through long blades of grass
The Son beats down and warms the soul
Trapped in the darkness
Sparkling snow harkens
Promises that Spring will return
Its sweetness, warmth and mischief
2 comments:
More poetry! You never cease to amaze me, dad. :) I love you!
Beautiful !!
Thanks for the trip.
I'm not suprised ;o)
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