The early winter winds freeze my many thin arms, <br />I know that this pain will eventually end, <br />Ice cold rain falls on me, <br />That ice cold rain soon turns to buckets of snow piling on my head, <br />Everything I held is now gone, <br />Bare and ugly, skinny as a shriveled up plant, <br />The snow eventually turns back to ice cold rain, <br />And that ice cold rain turns to tepid rain, <br />But the callous wind keeps blowing, <br />Sitting in the rain all day waiting for the sun, <br />A flash of light pokes out of the sky for just a moment, <br />The wind disposes of the clouds, showing me a path to happiness, <br />The sun is my best friend, <br />I am now no longer bare and empty, <br />I am filled with happiness as creatures of last spring re-greet me, <br />The long dead gray clouds now white as ever, <br />The spring smell as refreshing like ice cold drinking water, <br />All of this joy is just another preparation, <br />For the strong winter ahead.<br /><br />jacob saunders<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-red-black/
