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Belong Not to Winter by Lelia Thomas

I see the dead trees
Reaching for uncaring clouds.
It’s so lifeless outside
With the ground in snow shrouds.

But my home on the hill
Burns with soul’s fire,
Alive against frost’s will—
Swelling in might.

And in the final note of night,
Of romancer’s rhapsody,
I dance—and laugh
At winter outside.

For in this home is life,
That burning fire, my heart,
Which winter cannot touch
Or of its ice impart.

In this home on the hill,
Grow hopes among the ice—
Dreams sculpted in beauty until
I believe them in my soul.

Light the snowdrifts stole,
And life is gone for some;
But in this house, I dance and laugh
At winter outside.

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Written in 2005. Though life is all but impossible, do not lose hope. Times of winter must come before spring and summer bring forth blooms and new growth.