Winter’s cold grip
Firmly gray and old
Bare tree branches
All muted and browned

Sun hides silvery behind gray skies
Above the barren land
Yet hope will soon sprout
From today’s frozen ground

Sleeping seeds on winter’s rest
Will soon awake, arise
As sun grows stronger
And lingers longer

Soon they’ll burst in brilliant sprays
Of oranges, purples, yellows
With fragrant breezes taking flight
Causing hardened soul to mellow