Light on a leaf brings a spark of relief
To lands unattended and pale.
Let hollow terrain now swallow its pain
Neath winter's immaculate veil.
A vasty white cloak might threaten to choke
Vitality's mote from the earth,
But there's hope to be found through the chills that surround
The seeds that precede a rebirth.
A barren disguise hides the immiment rise
Of vibrancy's stubborn return.
It's hanging on still with the flickering will
Of a candle's resilient burn.
Under frigid veneer, a new reign is near.
It stirs as its spirit grows strong.
Naught's fully lost in the fastness of frost,
And nothing is fallow for long.