The bent ice enclosed branch thaws
Then for just a brief moment it stalls,
It then snaps back from its winter nap
Almost deathlike is its frozen sap.
Winter is the time that nature goes dormant
Springs arrival (love) is its informant,
Like a tree in winter nature had chosen
Nothing forever will always stay frozen.
Spring gave the branch its renewal
As it gives a broken heart new fuel,
Time and thoughts is gifted to us all
Sometimes we must just wait, for the thaw.
Randy L. McClave