The earth is dead,
marbled with ice and the cold gray sky.
The warm colors of life stolen in the wind,
brittle winter branches, and fallen needles from the pines.

It’s just a season, but it was my life.
Trapped in the hard, dark depths of frost,
as each bitter breath chipped at my core.
A heart frozen for years and hopelessly lost.

But now the sun spears through the clouds,
and bright flowers bloom on the windowsill.
Fresh life overlooks the cold ruins beyond,
a promise of peace as God says, “Be still.”