Laugh in the Shadows

The silent snow falls heavily and white.
A red shed with green shutters watches me,
But never blinks in the dim, winter light;
And oddly, it stares nonjudgmentally.
The evergreen trees whisper together,
Swaying and laughing in Winter's cold breath,
Unconcerned with the inclement weather,
Dreaming of life after frozen sleep-death.
The nude sentinels who sway in the gale,
Stand stark and resolute against the sky;
Their long sleep begun, their frigid exhale
Laughs in the darkness -- they know they won't die.
"Winter comes to all," they silently sing,
"So laugh in the shadows and wait for Spring!"

Mick McKellar
January 2018

Though Winter comes to us all, we must hang on to the joy and wait for our Spring.

Mick