Hope

The stark reality of bare limbs silhouetted
against goosedown, gray skies
is in itself beautiful and awesome to behold.
Winter shows itself time and again,
never ending, punctuated occasionally by
a warm trend lasting but a few days at best.
Old man winter, when will you give up the ship?
When will you recede and concede to the hope
of what will come?
Warm weather, springing forth from under the
hard, cold mantle of earth.
It will change soon enough, I fear,
and we will say, "Where did the time go?"
Once again we start anew.....