The sky a canopy of cold <br />In the silence where no bird sings, <br />Vile is winter, bitter, old, <br />Yet beneath the snow, what wealth springs; <br /> <br />The ice locked land bides ts time, <br />Life urges checked in dormant state <br />Comes the breath of warmer climes, <br />Green shoots surge, the snow cap breaks; <br /> <br />These dry and weathered walnut trees <br />Withered black in shielded bark <br />There springs a shoot, despite the freeze, <br />The new heard melody of the lark.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/riff-on-richard-remier-s-february-kiss/
