Poetry

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When Old Man Winter steals your sun
And Jack Frost blows a chill,
When a blanket of snowflakes, deep and crisp,
Covers every valley and hill...

Remember the Bluebird of Happiness,
The promise of a coming spring,
That shall fill your soul with joy and warmth
And cause your heart to sing...

When baby birds with wings aflutter
Take to golden skies,
Enraptured by their maiden flight...
O hear their jubilant cries!

When flowers nod their sleepy heads
Awake from wintry naps,
And trees burst forth in blossomed garb
Nourished by life-flowing sap...

When the monarch dons her regal gown,
Unaware of her noble grace,
And flutters about in a carefree waltz
Bidding onlookers to slow their pace...

When scampering squirrels emerge once more
From sheltering, hollow trees,
And tip-toe across a babbling brook
Once hushed by winter's freeze...

When pine cathedrals host a choir
Praising Heaven's King,
Arrayed in humble, feathered robes
They let their anthems ring!
Inviting earth to harmonize,
"Rejoice, rejoice, 'tis spring!"

'Tis then you'll join the song of life,
Praise God from bended knees,
And whisper prayers of gratitude
Wrapped in a fragrant breeze.

So take heart, my friend, let patience reign
Through winter's chilling blast.
For spring and light shall surely come...
Your darkness cannot last!

The God who made your heart and mine,
Knows all seasons, knows all times.
If not for winter, if not for night,
We'd love not spring...
Nor warmth...
Nor light.

This was written for a dear friend who suffers with depression in the winter months of Pennsylvania.

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