turn

 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