O temporary tomb,
O momentary mask,
you may have won the battle,
but you won’t have the last laugh.
Icy tentacles over the years
have but strengthened resolve
and built up resistance;
patience will finish its work
as Faith trumps treason.
Hope hangs onto higher hearth,
for true love conquers even death,
and ushers in
eternal spring…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
This is beautiful ~ God Bless ~
Thank you very much! 🙂
That the most beautiful “Good bye Winter!” I’ve ever heard (well…read 🙂
Hugs
🙂 Thanks Petro! How’s the weather out there? Looks like you’re staying warm with your mama’s cooking…. Hugs back!
“Hope hands onto higher hearth”–wow, what a splendid line, Melody!!
Ooops, hangs, not hands…
You think you can get away with misquoting me, huh? Oh – you just did. *sigh* 🙂
Ha ha–I’m usually SO careful about typos, but I’m having trouble leaving my couch today, and I did well to read your posts; typing my comments was almost more than I could handle–or “hangle”, keeping with the theme!
I celebrate those days, when I’ve hangled all I can! 🙂
I’m watching my boys–they’re here in town (Tacoma, WA)–they’re “hangling” on, God bless ’em!
🙂 Thanks Caddo!
I love the victory in this one, Melody . .and the photo is so beautiful . .even if ice! Thank you and God bless you!
Thanks so much, Debbie! 🙂
One of my favs so far!
Ooh, great! Thanks Diana!