Centuries Of Winter Poem by James McLain

In centuries of winter, she stands strong,
A woman with grace, her spirit a song.
Through icy tempests, her heart remains warm,
A beacon of hope, a shelter from harm.

Her eyes hold wisdom, like ancient frost,
Reflecting the stories of battles long lost.
Her hands, gentle yet resilient and true,
Weaving dreams of spring, as ice crystals accrue.

In solitude, she blooms amidst the snow,
A delicate rose in a barren tableau.
Her spirit ablaze, defying the cold,
A testament of strength, a tale to be told.

Through ages of frost, she's endured the strife,
A symbol of resilience, a portrait of life.
Centuries of winter could never contain,
The flame of her spirit, forever to reign.