Lives less Ordinary

All suddenly the wind comes soft

As spring appears through open door

And blossom sways on gentle breeze

And hearts soften as before.

My heart in winter seems one of weight

The earth so dark and bare

That I wondered if spring would come

And lightness reappear.

But winter has broken its solid hold

As the howling winds relax

And lambs gamble to and fro

And clothes are brighter to.