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.
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
Amid nature we find peace and tranquility but it takes effort.
Long weeping branches that nearly touch the ground whilst blocking our sunlight.
Tell yourself what you need or want to hear because it will set you free.