Oblique winter light

Whose long-armed shadows at noon

Allure early night

 

The seed can abide

The frigid cloak of winter

With thanks in a sprout

 

The wind does not blow

It is restless air inhaled

By a depression

 

What’s believed or not

Weigh equally when expressed

‘Til one’s thought greater

 

This winter of hope

Throws off a mantle of dread

Baring spring’s brave breast

 

Fooling the witless

Is often less challenging

Than proving them fooled