Winter’s hold
Is deep
Suggesting it
Will not let go
This time
The ice will never thaw
Life will always be hard
Hope is out of reach
Yet, I saw
The dew had frozen into
Delicate crystals, clinging
To the branches
Breaking my heart
With beauty as
I walked along
The frozen path
The mystery of
The fire in the stove
Sending out it’s warmth
Encircling me
As I try to make
Sense of this world
Is a comfort to body
And soul
The child’s pure laughter
Over a game of
Peek-a-boo
Beckons me
Don’t give up your search
For hidden treasures
Love, hope, joy, peace
Are in need of finding
© 2017 Julie Clark
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