Poem: Still. Hope

Still. Hope.

Some frost. The remnants of snow.
The sun rises over the mountain.

It is February still, and a sun means
no more than a brighter cold, still,

you are cheered to see it.

About this poem

Sometimes we don’t need everything to go right to make our lives better. A bit of light can be enough to carry us.


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