Don’t lose hope, sweet friends,
For there are whispers riding on southern winds that Spring is coming.
Though you may be blanketed in snow,
With seemingly no end in sight,
Don’t be disheartened!
Beauty awaits,
Ready to embrace you with open arms.
Tendrils of green reaching toward the sky,
A ballet of rebirth, of second chances, as old as time.
My heart sings with joy at the very thought of the possibilities to come.
The View from Here 
Lovely…thank you.
❤