Even in dead of winter, the sun rises and peeks in the window.
Our time together was memorable but brief, yet long lasting too.
When the chill moves in and fills the marrow of bones, the land lays exposed.
Despite what people tell you who or what you are, be yourself and bloom.
It appears death won: The bare trees and frozen ground, but no, wait for Spring.
The frozen ground and bare tree in the fog of crisp winter air: life sleeps
Most birds fly south for winter while others stay home and weather the storms.
Amid nature we find peace and tranquility but it takes effort.