2-fer Tuesday

 

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Winter

And suddenly, the woodland has bared its branches

The days now clothe the new season like a bride,

And though cold and pale, its exquisite beauty

Fills my eyes with such incomparable warmth.

I shall carry this grace with me in my soul

Until she, frigid in the last hours,

With frosted lips, kisses the newly born Spring.

-- Clairel Estevez

2

Christ has assured us: there will always be a spring.