Now the cold, grey days of winter,
Sunshine through the clouds.
Of snow cover green fir and pine.
For warmth, for shoots of green
And birds heard as they return to sing.
Loudly their joy at the return of Spring
Hope that the end of frost is near
We wait under a thick cover
With soup, bread, and wine
And watch for dawn’s break, for midnight’s end
The cold, bring forth the light,
No more the cold, grey days of winter.
This is an echo poem in response to Jane Doughterty’s Poetry Challenge