Quickening

A blue pastel haze On this midwinters day envelops the world as we know it around I pause in this whistling quiet of snow And take in the absense of sound Within I felt a budding the slightest little nudge has cracked this frozen layered facade I believed no way would budge Hold out I will for eventual thaw Winter will pass this way by and by As closely I harken the whisper of spring On a wind as soft as a sigh The palest of light shines through this gloom emitted from a distant shore embrace it I will for its life giving warmth As I have received it before Joyously I welcome it though its light at present is vague Soaking it inwardly warming this core melting this ice crusted ache