We are in our first week of Winter. To some, that is a depressing thought. But, it’s hope that can really keep us going. At least that works for me. While I try to enjoy what Winter brings, I always look forward to the idea of the hope of Spring. I wrote this poem one year as fall was winding down and we were heading into the grips of a northern U.S. winter. Even though we were going to have weeks and weeks of seriously chilly winds and snowy trees, each day I looked forward to the excitement of seeing our green trees again (the Emerald Angels).
Flowers bow their gentle heads
Their rainbows fade
As warm days find their rest
Green blankets whiten beneath
As the chills breathes crystal coatings
On the crackling winds of winter
Brown statues stand bare but strong
Still reach out – protecting
Past sunrise and
Fiery hopes of new tomorrows
When emerald angels rise again.