Winter's End Poem by Liam ó Comáin

A crystal frost
Slithers down a pane
As the sun mounts
The morning sky.

A day opening
In glory as it is
Filled with the wealth
Of the ascending sun.

A new year advances
Over a grey landscape
Clothed here and there
In cobwebs.

Ones footfall breaks
The silence with a crunch
And steam dances from
The back of a bullock.

The frozen earth is
Lifeless to some
But others are aware
Of the stirrings of spring.

Yes, the tail- end of
Winter is a period
Pregnant with new life,
A time for expectancy.