Redbreast OR Mentor for Winter

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There’s a wintry chill in the air. A neighbour remarked how she dreads winter, not least for its contagious sense of despair. True, in a sense, of course.  Even so the natural world never quite gives up on spring - however it may seem it has sometimes - and neither should we on ours even though, of all the human heart's seasons, its winters, too, are always the worst.

(Photo taken from the Internet)

REDBREAST or MENTOR FOR WINTER

A wintry frost,

but nature not (quite) done yet

with downpours

of splendid reds and gold,

so easy on the eye

A wintry smell

but nature not (quite) done yet

with the scents

of kinder seasons lulling humanity

into false hopes

A wintry song,

its message never (quite) finding

redbreast

preparing to make an heroic stand

against an ill wind

Redbreast, candles to help us see

through the dark

Copyright R. N. Taber 2017