Brilliant azhure sky fading to grey.
Somber blackening cloud eyes shed snow tears,
on this blustery frigid winter day.
Spring's hibernation seems to go for years.
Ice crunching under winter boots, I hear,
trekking through this forest path, well-worn.
Cheeks stained rose as we walk hand in hand dear.
When spring awakens I'll become so torn;
loving the winter just like I do you
my beloved when we lay by the fire,
dreaming of warmer sun-soaked summer days.
But love don't fret for spring must be reborn,
with mars' vitality and not tire.
Brigid's rebirth leads to the summer's haze.