Last Day of Winter (to my Future)

Cold, Still, Waiting.
Underneath an icy bleak stillness
Lies the prospect of new beginnings

Cold hearts pump fresh ideas
Dead on the outside
Worthless and unresponsive to the keenest eyes
Life on the verge of breaking

Still in itself
Waiting for the right elements
Sprinkle of love
Ray of acceptance
Surrounded by grace

Unknowing, even to itself
Love grows within