The snow gently falls down from the blue sky,
And down, towards south migrating birds go.
Strongly and harshly does the North Wind blow,
Causing stones, twigs to willy-nilly fly.
As I sit here, I watch these scenes and sigh,
When I see the river no longer flows,
And to the ground, wilted flowers bow low,
This makes me ask, why we have winter; why?
But I too know the answer: to give rest,
To the birds and the animals and trees.
To show that pure white things can be awesome.
But when I touch snow, I feel hope at best:
If I wait, be patient, then I may sieze,
A glimpse of the first Sakura blossom.
Copyright © Franchesca Mia Tortoza | Year Posted 2016