Day 24: Hang On!

Finally
ten days
of gray
and ice
and fog
and clouds
so dark and dreary
cold and weary
interrupted by a change

flakes so soft
and white
and clean
fall softly
blanketing the land
my eyes take in a feast of beauty
every hue jumps out
in contrast
to the pure white snow
fulfilling longings in my soul
long dulled by icy gray

within the midst of orchard trees
birds chirp and fly
from branches pruned
to apples sweet
and then I spy
upon a wire
a clothespin
random
unexplained
it whispers silently
Hang On!
The darkest night
is just before the dawn!