Winter Walk

It’s a lot to think about…

The ancient farming sweep ahead she sees,
While on her winter walk she makes her way;
The world is weak and wracked with some disease,
And dressed, as though in mourning, all in gray

The winter wind is whistling and bare,
Her heart is heavy with a load of care;
The steps she takes, somehow, are lightening
The burden, making things less frightening

The farmers, once, who tilled this barren land
Knew winters such as this, but still survived;
Some barely made it, others fairly thrived
And saw the verdant spring born close-at-hand

She walks, and feels inside, a life sublime;
The miracle who’ll come in summertime

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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