Through the barren trees,

I see a glimpse of summer.

A reminiscent sniff of July.

Past ice ridden roads,

and worrying winds,

I see hope,

in the shape of a humbling sunlight.

Amidst frost bitten ears,

and shivering souls,

I can yet see a vision,

of a sweltering heat.

The gentle breeze is banging on this wintery door,

saying ‘Please! let me in!’

I pray mercifully to the lifeless trees and the budding snowdrops

To the cold and the wet and the grey

And the weather nudges me to remind me that

this too

shall pass

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Image: Dan Wattis