Kissed With Gold…An Ode to Winter’s End

And suddenly the gray skies are not gray,

but silvery blue, kissed with gold.

And among the bare branches

the palest hint of green

and promise of blossoms.

What happened to the cold, hard ground?

Who planted these seeds

which have awoken from their sleep

to reach for the sun?

Y de repente, el cielo gris ya no está gris,

sino azul plateado, y besado con el oro.

Y entre las ramas desnudas

Un toque de verde claro

y la promesa de las flores.

¿Qué pasó con la tierra fría y dura?

Quién plantó estas semillas

que han despertado de su sueño

para alcanzar el sol?

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