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Beauty in Winter


They say the sun will shine again, 

It won't be very long,

And it's easy to believe that's true,

I'll keep on being strong


But as the winter digs in it's heels, 

And joy seems oh so sparse,

A niggle starts to grow inside,

My smile becomes a farce.


The increase of the darkness, which

happens day by day,

is stealing all my hope, and now,

I think I've lost my way.


Held captive by the rain and ice,

In a spiralling black hole.

The cold and barren landscape is

a mirror for my soul.


Then, looking through the window,

Something caught my eye, 

A spider's web was glistening

in the hedge nearby.


I see the snowdrops pop up their heads

As if to say "Hello!"

They'd been buried in the darkness too,

They nod and say, "We know."


A blackbird sits and looks at me;

He sings a cheery tune.

The notes fly by and pick me up,

And stay with me 'til noon.


Dry, tired leaves hanging on in hope,

Now glittering with frost,

Perhaps I, too, can hang on in,

Perhaps not all hope is lost?


Spring WILL arrive. it always does,

And brings its many flowers.

Then, like the cherry, I'll bloom again

And sing and laugh for hours.




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