These days as God feels silent
It could be said I am glad
The universe is violent
It's tragic, brutal and sad
In the whispers of the branches
Naked under the sky
The frigid air still dances
Around and over by
A distant warmth shines on
Behind tributaries of gloom
The blindness of winter sun
Rises then falls too soon
Flings of creatures echo life
Spartan landscape yields want
Garden lights cool but bright
A lady in a blue coat looks gaunt
Rowan Blair Colver
It could be said I am glad
The universe is violent
It's tragic, brutal and sad
In the whispers of the branches
Naked under the sky
The frigid air still dances
Around and over by
A distant warmth shines on
Behind tributaries of gloom
The blindness of winter sun
Rises then falls too soon
Flings of creatures echo life
Spartan landscape yields want
Garden lights cool but bright
A lady in a blue coat looks gaunt
Rowan Blair Colver
