The trees are frozen –
Their branches barren –
The wind is cold,
And the land is still covered in snow...
But there’s hope yet:
In the warmth of wool,
In a cup of hot coffee,
In the smile of a friend
I haven’t talked to in years.
There’s hope yet;
In the comfort of hugs,
In the endless love of a child,
In the selfless love of a parent.
I still wait for Spring,
But there is hope yet;
For Winter isn’t so cold,
Not while the embers stay warm.
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