In every wintry, bare-branched season we lay our heads
On a silver pillow of feathered seams….
Waiting for the dormant season to change.
We, in winter’s chill, sow cataloged seeds into the
Earthly furrows of our buried dreams.
And, in quiet, frosted solitude…….
Welcome the frozen snow
As our snuggly blanket of comfort…
Resting in faithful trust….
Knowing
That spring
Comes.
Always!
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