During the long nights, We hide under heavy blankets from her sharp tongue. During the dreary days, We wait for the sun to travel north once more. But, even with all her severity, winter does come with a promise, A promise of spring. It does well to remember this as you feel the bite of her wind on your face. In time, gray gives way to green and the sky seems golden once more.
Empty branches become affluent.
And flowers bring color to the land so deprived. Song fills the air as children come out to dance around the May pole. The dark days pass and fade in our memory. As these are precious days. But spring comes with a warm promise, A promise of summer.