Winter’s heavy grip holds the land
And dreary the sun in the sky looms.
Exceedingly harsh, winter’s demand
Landscape dotted with withered tombs.
Life appears to have left the world
No sound breaks the silence.
The wind about the trees whirled
and went who knows whence.
Of a sudden appears a flash
Of red, twice and once again.
Three times, a twinkling splash,
Like blood pumping in a vein.
Cardinals hight, colorful birds,
Dancing and twirling, playing
In the dullness. There is no words
To properly describe, so amazing.
Even in the deadness, life still
Abounds. The chill of the day
Banished, for renewed is my will
To see life through one more day.
©2019
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