The year is turning, the earth blood is beating
Through the white hills,even while water is ice
Drops of waxy snow, growing from the green
Floating over the snow covered ground
Spikes of winter green crack the frozen soil
A blue of heaven’s making covers the sky
The birds scurry here and there, looking
For nests and food. The blood is flowing
Light lasts longer, the sun warms the forgotten
Corners, suddenly there are insects flying
Black against the snow, seeking the green sourced snow drop
The robin dives in.
The winter of our earth is ending, blood runs
In her veins again. The winter of our world still holds us
But hope is still growing, not the shining perfection
Of our dreams but a new world begins to emerge
