For Misha Mary On The Warmth Within

An Irish aire
Is there to share
Of winter's soul,
A life filled mold revealed.

Where underneath the cold
Lies a resting world
That come end of solstice
Will spring forth life anew.

When buds of leaves to be
Burst forth on now bare limbed tree
And crunch of snow becomes
A rivlet awakening rushing to the sea.

As alone I walk
Feeling the warmth within
I know that soon to be
Is Winter's end.

by Sidi J. Mahtrow

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