The White World

Near January’s end, all hopes were gone
Days of bright sun, warm air
The feeling of spring near
Wishes welled for the improbable
Doubts soon fail
And a miracle is born

The sky closed making a white day
Cold air cuts through the warm feeling
White dust falls from the heavens

It kisses the skin of earth
Brushes the skin like a feather
A pleasant coldness covers the land
Soon to become a white world

Brown eyes see the miracle with delight and agony
But a shield keeps the eyes from the white world
Joy is crushed

A doubtful mind gets nothing

Doubtful mind only see the joy in others
Doubtful mind feels none

Icy slush runs down the holes in the earth
Warm air returns again
The powerful light cracks the white sky
The white world is broken

Doubtful mind touches the slushy land
Joy is fulfilled
Doubtful mind gets no white land
But finds joy in the remains

Doubtful mind waits happily for spring