Through the storm

DSCF0103Snow

like tears that refuse to melt

like white silence that  screams will not break

all is well they say

there’s air to be breathed and food to be eaten

don’t they know the wood in the hearth tells us our souls are burning?

Don’t keep searching in dark corners when the message awaits in full light.

LIVE. Now.

Winter’s here but it shall pass and

 never return as it once was 

Maryse Godet Copans © 2014