There comes a time
Without reason to show
When all of our lives
Tend to drain in their glow
As the pale winter moon
Rises slowly in stride
So we notice blankness
And a false sense of pride
The single circumstance
That changed all our thought
A blackened perspective
With fear we’ve since fought
Cold, bare branches
Hang in their sway
The tender and tranquil
Hidden, dead for today
When slowly, in light
The change will occur
And leaves start to bud
The blossoms become sure
And so, like the forest
From winter to spring
We wait in our darkness
We wait till we sing
But that single emotion
One experience, raw
Would change all our seasons
Our trunks, they would saw
And fallen, defeated
We thought all the end
Would come and surround us
This pain would not mend
Yet, tenderly, dear
We saw the sun rise
And slowly, but surely
So would our eyes
The snow ever melting
As water refreshed
We heard the dawn saying
“Come, in my arms you will mesh”
Oh goodness! oh glory!
We rose to the light!
We sprang from our barren
We grew for delight
And since that raw winter
When chills killed our hope
Now we see we are stronger
Wrought as iron rope
About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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