Winter is dead
it still leaves traces
scattered here and there
the occasional pile of stubborn snow
the frost in the morning
but these are mere glimpses
and memories of what has passed.
And as things being to come alive
the song of life can be heard
in the distance if you listen closely enough
He is singing everything into life again
as we stare up at a vast blue sky
There are notes of it on the wind
warm bright notes
that thaw our bones and hearts
until they beat together
with the chirping of the birds
and the swaying of tree boughs
fresh with buds.
The time of singing has come again
and we rejoice at the sights
of the work of His hands.
Life radiates from Him
like a glorious tune
and who can resist this song?
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