KEEPING HOPE ALIVE IN THE WINTER COLD

KEEPING HOPE ALIVE IN THE WINTER COLD

Buck naked branches of Nature’s rooted skeletons

stoically raise bared arms—piercing chilled skies.

All around and through their spaces, the wrath of winter

reveals once hidden scenes leaves of summer and spring

so cleverly concealed from wandering, discerning eyes.

Despite the seemingly depressive cold sight this could be,

the “spoiler alert” of Nature’s circadian themes,

warm our hearts, fuel our faith, and keep alive our hopes:

We awaiting the unseen justice and liberty

that we hope the summer and spring will bring.