The Last Day of Winter
I seem to reflect more on the meaning of the days that are a time between times. The time between Christmas and New Year's, or the day between Labor Day and the beginning of school. This one came to me on a Saturday.
Winter, oh long harsh Winter
In your vanity believing
That crushing blow you dealt
Which turned everything gray, and black, and brown
In your vanity believing
Your ugly work finished, your triumph complete...
I heard the drums of death and despair
Beat long and loud into the night
Celebrating darkness
But perhaps you have forgotten,
Or perhaps you never knew
Unless a seed falls
to the ground
and dies,
It cannot bring forth new life.