Light and life both sapped away,
dark winter’s day, I long for
bright, bold artist spring to splash
crocus colours over grey.
Faint hearts miss the majesty
of winter’s sun, warming cold,
the hush, the calm of fallen snow
the blue, streaked silver, canopy.
Strong hearts strip the light from dark:
let eyelids drop, rouse sleepy thought;
to find the good, despite the hurt,
in every word the song of larks.
No arrow less than iron bolt
may lodge in flesh, fester long,
if we quietly forgive and
do without the search for fault.
So may gloom be swept aside,
frozen winter smell of spring;
love will steer sweet souls serene
If within love does abide.