Promises, promises......hard to trust.
Hard to hope that warmth will win, as it appears weak, and wounded in battle.
Trees have already declared their acceptance of spring, by bringing forth flourishing boughs. They have boasted of their creator God.
The coldness of the ice queen threatens; dares them to defy.
The birds offer hope; their graceful swoops, and glides. Their industry in nest building, that stand tall like watch towers above the horizon.
Looking forward to the promises the future brings of full nests, and the warm caresses of the sun once again.
(copyright) Jen Carr
The above poem sums up how I feel this week. Looking forward to the warmth!
