The early winter winds freeze my many thin arms,
I know that this pain will eventually end,
Ice cold rain falls on me,
That ice cold rain soon turns to buckets of snow piling on my head,
Everything I held is now gone,
Bare and ugly, skinny as a shriveled up plant,
The snow eventually turns back to ice cold rain,
And that ice cold rain turns to tepid rain,
But the callous wind keeps blowing,
Sitting in the rain all day waiting for the sun,
A flash of light pokes out of the sky for just a moment,
The wind disposes of the clouds, showing me a path to happiness,
The sun is my best friend,
I am now no longer bare and empty,
I am filled with happiness as creatures of last spring re-greet me,
The long dead gray clouds now white as ever,
The spring smell as refreshing like ice cold drinking water,
All of this joy is just another preparation,
For the strong winter ahead.
jacob saunders
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-red-black/
