Winter Hope

Winter Hope When Winter winds begin to whirl around and whisper through my long and lonely days, I’ll light the fire and stoke it with a poem and hope I find some comfort in a phrase. When flowers in my garden turn to seed, and all the trees stand naked in the field, I’ll plant a poesy on my window sill and hope I find contentment in its yield. When daylight seems scarce as a fresh-cut rose, and darkness settles in for months on end, I’ll write a song to keep me company and hope the melody will be well penned. The winter chill will not discourage me, when I can create hope with poetry.