Posted on January 31, 2008 at 6:53am
As I feel the breath of the Winter's sting,
I sense a hint of the taste of Spring.
Is it the color of the morning sky?
Or that the evening skies are light?
The scent of snow, now carries the seed.
Of tomorrows flowers unearthed with speed.
The wheel turns on and new life begins.
With just a glimmer of hope carried by the winds.
As I feel the magic of the snows' crystal power.
I see the bud of a new born flower.
I hear the cry of the… Continue