The cold of winter holds my heart
Though spring is close at hand,
In fear that rips my world apart
Though hope is in command.
A tiny seed of hope has come
And I have no control
To make it grow or come undone
But let it feed my soul
Whatever happens next I know
The tiny hope is mine
To hold when winter comes and goes
And thus I trust you, blind.
postscript
For day six of I am writing a bit, but not able to upload much. Hope to get it all done before the 30th.