So Long a Winter
Some winters last forever,
Or so it seems,
When all the trees are stripped
bare to the bone.
The storms rage on, taking their toll
of all
that appears alive.
What more can wind and rain and snow
take back from off the land,
When surely there is no life left
to take.
How can there be a spring
from all of winter’s pillage?
Where lie the new and budding
shoots to bring rebirth again?
My eye cannot discern the sap
awaiting spring’s release,
Nor feel the pulse beneath the
surface
of seeming devastation.
Winter has taken hold of me.
I feel its coldness in my heart.
Oh, could I but feel one sign of
spring
that I might know,
This winter landscape is not forever.
But only serves to nurture spring,
In stripping bare the old debris,
To bring to birth new life again.
Charlotte Schmidt
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