Description
‘When the frosts of winter had ceased
Its snows melted
Its cutting winds ameliorated;
The pain will subside
Our blood in our veins no longer frozen;
Spring will draw on
Greenness will grow over the brown beds
Refreshing it daily
Suggesting the thought that Hope travelled there at night
And left each morning brighter traces of her steps’
VaL Smit ©
Published: Literary Garland, September 2020