suddenly
it is all gone
all the warmth and vitality
the brightness of early buttercups
the first burgeoning greenness
this sun rises cold
and stares down on a bleak and sterile world
which, once teeming with life
now lies dead
buried
beneath a frozen whiteness
we know that life will come again,
will come again,
will come again
that once again the irresistible
power and warmth of Light
will thaw the frozen world
and bring forth
life
raw and new
but on this bleak morning
in this time of interim
where we are strangely in between
we can but wait
and hope
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