Winter winds whisper against the windowpane.
Dull and dreary mood begging let me in.
Beneath this blanket, cozy and warm,
I deny its entry and snuggle in.

Rain trickles against the glass.
Spring flowers bloom beyond.
Water washes off the slate,
Brings a hopeful new dawn.

Waves of heat shine and burn.
Passionate fire spreads.
Colors, vivid and wild –
But, still I see in shades of red.

Crunching leaves smack against my walls.
The threat of death is not my friend.
But Earth reminds me it’s not the end,
That life will rise once again.