Spring Is Coming

The summer days are long gone, the sun hidden behind dark clouds. My heart has been iced over, pain and sorrow frozen inside me, time stopping, dying in the ground. Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully for the sweet promise of spring. Encased, preserved from the winds, feeling utterly nothing in the snow. Yet on day, the sun will return, and the frailest plant will peek through. What died in the bitter winter will be reborn, redeemed, renewed, revived for a purpose now unseen. So for now, I will wait here in the ground.