An old painting of mine – didn’t photograph quite that well…
But thought it apt to represent the following words to my poem:
The Winter Of Discontent must give way.
It’s frigid sterility
Offers no fertile place for love to blossom.
Instead it only offers frost.
It did serve to remind me of sunshine and bliss.
And the maxim that we reap what we sow.
Its blizzards whispered tales of warmth lost.
And planted a seed of faith within my cold mind.
A seed that awaits for spring time to grow.
When the icy winds are replaced by the warmer winds of change.
And when the frost is thawed and the Earth renewed.
Shall cause once barren soil to hunger and thirst.
To be pregnant with life.
This Winter Of Discontent shall blow forth and away.
And give rise to sunshine and life renewed.
Just as night gives in to day.
So must the bitter Winter surrender to Spring.