Naked trees and smoking chimneys
Line the cold gray skyline
Inspecting the frozen ground through my kitchen window
Small animals have left tracks on my snow covered lawn
Evidence of life in an otherwise dead world
Suddenly a thin ray of sunlight tears a small hole in the gray
Like the precision of a surgeon’s knife
A simple acknowledgment from God
That there is more to life than what I see
I live by faith and not by sight
This too will pass
And I look forward to Spring.
Word From The Street 
Beautiful.