Tíis a long cold winter we face.
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The crack of ice on the pond
Fracturing the stillness,
The soft puff of snow falling from the pines,
Spring is a world away.
Itís green merely buds in the earth
Awaiting their chance to burst free
Into the light of the sun,
Winds howl the stillness away yet,
There remains tranquility,
Dancing on the edge of confinement
Isolation or solitude the cast,
We smile with knowledge of seasonís passage
For within the play lies hope.
Let none doubt the coming of bloom,
Blossom and birth,
"See the man with the lonely eyes, oh, take his hand, you'll be surprised." Supertramp.