Winter’s Breath

First snow falling / on the half-finished bridge. / Everything is new.

The world quiets down when the snow falls. It is nature’s way of telling us to hush, to listen, to breathe.

I.
First snow falling down,
On the half-finished old bridge,
Everything is new.

II.
Cold wind bites the branch,
The last leaf holds on tightly,
Braver than I am.

III.
White breath in the air,
Silence speaks more than words can,
Winter holds my hand.

Winter is not the death of the year; it is the deep sleep before the rebirth. Embrace the cold. Let it freeze the things that hurt you, so they can shatter when the spring comes.