We are deep in January.
⁓The Voice before the Void
Nina Farley Wishek
If only the snow-drifts were melted away,
And roses were budding and nodding and gay;
If grasses were growing more vivid each day,
And the time were only the season of May;
I think it would help me–my grief might allay.
If only the snow-drifts were melted away.
If only the flowers were bright in the land,
And children were playing in shimmering sand,
So happy and care-free, a rollicking band–
I think I might better my sorrow withstand,
And walk with it bravely, hand laid within hand,
If only the flowers were bright in the land.