Cold and sparkling comes the dawn
on a frosty winter’s morn.
Piercing wind blows down the street
chilling everyone it meets.
People scurry here and there
past the gardens blank and bare.
Hearing just a lone bird sing
looking for food, anything.
Seeds and plants beneath the earth
all lay dormant, death , not birth.
Days seems endless, winter long
for those alone, loved ones gone.
But life clings on come what may,
hope is renewed every day.
For after winter’s snow and sleet
Spring will come with warmth and heat.
Westerly Gale 