West coast winters are different, Island winters too.
Blue sky and sun are strangers
Clouded days with rain - boohoo.
Winter winds for now have calmed.
This morning they were fierce.
Trees are standing quiet now, only dark and damp.
A peek outside my window renewed my hope for spring,
There, tucked beside wet fence boards,
snowdrops blossom in the rain.
“It is the first purpose of hope to make hopelessness bearable.”
~ Robert Brault
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