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.
Winter’s here but it shall pass and
never return as it once was
Maryse Godet Copans © 2014