Take the winter

and thirst for spring,

and think of what

rebirth can bring

 

It’s a period to rally,

habits gone cold,

where rays rewrite

potential untold

 

Reflection, redemption,

a yield of hopes,

wandering a canyon

sans rugged slopes

 

What’s lost in suffering

is lit by resolve,

stretched through summer,

carried into fall

 

This is not retreat

but atop to weigh odds,

owning an urgency

of sorrow and cause

 

The intent is by winter

to embrace this change

and accept a year

seasons arranged