The sun is just getting warmer,
which means spring is just around the corner!
Although it may not seem to be so,
and the cold is coming down in big swoops of freezing ice and snow—

    Rocks resurface from their cold crypts,
capped in melting snow that
glistens under the pine needles' lips.
Patches of fallen ones with the sunshine
glow warm and brown
upon the carpet that covers the melting,
once frozen ground.

I have already seen the grass and the golden corn stalks, and so have you! Just peeking through the drifts to face the sky half asleep, but as a sight so fresh and new.

    The browned plants shiver under that
cold, blue heaven,
where not a cloud may sit; or a snow storm on the horizon may beckon.
The snow sparkles under a yellow sun,
and on the empty, hollow fields do the rabbits run.

    But don't worry, it will soon turn gold,
just as your soul and heart have told.
In yearning for a brighter time,
read about and delve into this rhyme:

A new hope is upon us, just around the bend.
A wind of change, of warmth it is to send!
For many months ahead,
enjoy what is to take place for you―
and please, don't dread.

    Smoke and melting snow is just ahead
with the fire glowing ever brighter below your head!

    Heart and wood and leather it should become to you
in a moment's gentle, wondrous coo;
clouded breath and crisp eyes with the warmed
hearth of your breast,
remember that the winter is at its biggest crest.

    It will lower from now on and down into the frozen lakes and the valleys that are still blanketed with white.
Welcome what God has planned and prepared, and accept the cold, bright and orange night.

    Winter has not the sun of the autumn sky,
but what it does have for some of those who hope for it is the melting icicle as it soon loosens and begins to cry.

    Music and laughter are still to come!
Tomorrow even; much sweeter, and with the fires burning hot―harder than a sip of rum.
Vibes and thoughts once felt before
will soon resurface from your bosom's core.

    Nature's own heart will throb with a
different kind of life!
Not one of spring or the heavy winter's strife.
Or the fall's color and the creature's wonders.
It is the melting and the remains of the snow and leaves left behind by two seasons, of the fresh and old scents you smell, and the sensitiveness to it you feel all around, above and under.

  Within your hearts and minds soon did you see
the beauty that is soon to behold us and fill us with such glee.

    Remember the words that came from my hand's mouth,
for winter is just beginning to go south.

    Enjoy the bonfires and feel the increase in the pleasures this transition brings,
until the Spirit causes the snow melts and it all goes away; the season of life making those songbirds sing.