LET GO

Somber is the winter wind

That slows the world

As the sun recoils,

In the slumber of winter,

Ambition retreats,

A hushed frozen pond

Awaits the thaw of release;

Colorless fingers shed the pale

Winters’ tight held breath

Finds wind for a dormant sail

The quiet sits hovering;

Vernal hope comes slow

Restore, renew,

Shed the fur;

Let go