Despair is Blind

free verse for hope

Photo by Xiaolong Wong on Unsplash

Is this Winter?
This weighing down of hearts
Of souls almost lifeless
Awaiting what they fear to come?

Is this cold running through us
The cold of wet snow
Breaking branches
Turning to mud under our feet?

Is this the howling wind?
Is this the ice
That grasps us
Until we cannot breathe?

But Winter’s cold reignites
Life at the dawn of May
Tends the underground beasts
That in the end feed us all.

So will this coldness
Teach us to love one another
To bear The Other’s burden
If we grow now underground
Under the sweet blanket of snow.