Dates and calendars herald Spring’s approach.
She knows it will come –
she believes in the Oracle
who promised Winter’s demise.
But knowing
and believing
leave her cold today,
in the shivering places
where soul must hang in the tense balance
between what is and what will be.
Reality is,
while her rescue is certain,
her ‘now’ is cold,
her present wrapped up in ice.
She must find a way
to keep her hope warm
until she can sing
Winter’s dirge…