Petals sprout out from beneath the blanket of white.
A slumbering earth awakening, new.
The earth tilts and arises the dead,
life called to action.
A breeze blows and trees blossom,
the whole of creation shakes off the dregs of hibernation.
Meanwhile, my soul remains stagnant;
speckled snow that clings to remain.
While the world springs forward in color,
the uneasiness of a soul thought burdening
seeks the solitude of a world lost in eternal silence,
the echo of an endless winter.