the transfusion

anticipating the morning light

i awoke to find a world of white

all the trees draped and dusted

useless limbs i once trusted

buried deep beneath the snow

signs of life i used to know

tired, trudging through the deep

worrying sorrow is all i'll reap

when my lash a lone flake caught

i pondered what winter wrought

for brown unfurls a banner of bold

and gray skies give way to gold

even amidst the blustery swirls

sparkles dance in loops and curls

though the winter may tarry long

spring will arrive; i'll finish strong

encouraged, emboldened, strong, warm

for there is beauty in the storm

-rcp 2.12.13