Here we are again

Miserable gloomy day

Same forest

Familiar trail of fear–

Confused like a late blooming flower

Covered in frost

It won’t give up

Searching for warmth–

A comforting gentle breeze

Blows through the meadow

Whisking away the cold front

Among the trees–

The sun activates

A charge to nature

A sort of call-to-arms

Prepare to battle–

For the light

Will turn to dark

Where the cold will

Rear its ugly side–

Wrap yourself with love

Feel it in your soul

For you will not shiver

And you will not shake–

Like the scared little flower

Fearful of the frost

Accept the warmth

And begin to heal–