When low skies gather gray on gray
enfolding days in dim light
then ‘spring’ is a sterile doctrine
and ‘summer’ is just a theory
of celestial alignment
shrouded in the winter mind
and cold rain comes before the spring.
Once there was a season filled
with languid days that seemed to stretch forever.
But fresh mornings fade
and all endeavors end at last.
Summer grace encounters fall
then founders on the winter mind
where cold rain comes instead of spring.
With God and wisdom filed and stored,
our angel nature now ignored,
then what can lead a frozen soul
from tight-argued passion
to kind-hearted action
breaking through the winter mind?
A cold rain comes to usher spring.
So when the low gray gathers hold
enfolding lives in dim light;
when what was vital cracks and dries
and old achievements ossify,
from broken days embrace the night,
engage the frigid winter mind –
After cold rain comes the spring.
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| "Ice on Leaves" by David Noah, Winterville, Georgia |
