Winter

Life cycles...

Barren trees with giant fingers raised to the sky, begging heaven to return rain to the earth so life may begin anew.
The prison of snow trapping the potential of new birth from the life giving sun.
New birth screaming to be let out to run in the springtime like children in the sunshine.
The battle is between the sun and the cold for control of life itself.
Life reluctantly adjusts but grits it’s teeth in rebellion.

Author's Note

Angst in a northern climate...