Longing for Spring,
won’t make the Winter shorter;
and won’t make the snow fall any faster.

Living for that Winter;
when the wind is beating down hard,
is accepting the freedom you’ve always had.

Allowing that freedom to blossom and grow,
is allowing the aging of your body and soul.

Let the water in Winter,
find its way to Spring;
when the Summer allows for the thawing of things.

Let the dark of Winter,
be made bright by Spring–
bathed in the radiance of Summer winds.