Life was choking slowly out
In a massive storm, a wave of doubt
Consuming its vitality
Restraining those who once were free.
And breathing fire, nighttime cried,
And blooming soft, abruptly died.
Battered, bent, forgotten, cold,
Transformation growing bold,
And leaning in to frosted skin.
A breath of warmth brought light again
And creaking surfaces of frost
Gave way and held forth life once lost.
Now warm to touch, the skin renews:
Gave up to win, and fought to lose.
Victory is coming fast--
Storms and nightfall cannot last.
But light does not invade a soul
In a sudden rush, revived and whole.
It gently streams through window panes
And swallows up the forlorn rains.
So feel it warming up the skin:
Take heart, and breathe the life back in.
postscript
This has been such an overwhelming month.