Winter’s Hope
A sky
of drizzly gray
and chilly stinging wind
foretells this January day.
The color of a winter jasmine blooming gold
reflects
from ashen sky,
resolving to dispel
the hanging gloomy blanket, and
in hyacinths of crimson, catch the traveler’s eye.
Such greens,
and flutterings
of Oak trees, above an
ocean of brilliant blues, rubies,
purples, forget- me-nots in brilliant azure, are
His way
of showing, the
Sweet Breath of Spring is just
In hiding for a moment,
And never to despair in endless skies of gray.