A friend recently wrote these precious words:
A bleak, winter landscape,
trees stripped bare,
shivering, leafless, naked, vulnerable.
Cold wind whips around my heart.
Trees bare, but for little stubs,
which one day will sprout unexpectedly,
lush, green, new growth.
Birds will sing,
blossoms will open,
sun will shine - warm and steady as it softens and warms the earth,
readying it for its new Life to spring forth.