Spring Snow spring snowweighs heavy upon the green bowsof pine trees,a gray blanket covers the sky,the distant watersdon't offer a ripple,stillness surroundsthe last mourning cryof winteras it says goodbye
Sunrise the impenetrable darknessbefore the dawnis a reminderto keep going;the blackness is complete,yet the light still comes,first in small hintsupon the horizonthen bold pinksand fiery orangesexplode across the skydriving out the night;the sun always rises,so too shall we