So May That Winter Shower... Poem by Brett White

So may that winter shower -
In her blissful, white blanket, devour
Hopes which have grown so cold,
And allow the future to naturally unfold.

Clear icicles hang from the branches above,
Menacing and beautiful, they know neither hate nor love;
But perfect and graceful, they lie forever supine,
Exalted in time, like placed there by the Divine.

So we warm our hearts with the beauty of Now,
Knowing where we'll be, we'll get to somehow -
And when the snow slowly melts away,
The only blessing for which we need pray, in a word:
Today.