Where once a green and virile vine
Twined its length upon your frame,
Frost has thrust his hoary head,
Icy claws have staked their claim.
Do not lose hope as Winter’s grip
Sinks fangs of doom into your heart;
Where once his frozen work remained,
Spring’s greenery will grow her art.
It’s a miracle every time.
Isn’t it? A living, breathing lesson in patience.
Ahhh, nice one, Mel!
wonderful word … hopeful
The best is yet to come! Thanks, Heidi.
It’s a lovely time when winter starts to leave and you can see the tiny green buds starting to develop as if they are waking up. Spring may be on her way soon. Nice post.
I’ll take your word for it – another Arctic blast of cold we had here today. But – March is around the corner. It can’t be too long now!!
Keeping up the hopes, even on winter’s slopes, for the miracle of spring! Beautiful 🙂