The frozen ground lays dormant. Unwelcoming. Baron.
The earth cracks around woody roots, swallowing tiny trickles of melting snow.
What once was a vibrant green and full of life has faded, now dull and dismal.
The solitary season hardens around the memories of flourishing growth.
Hope seems still. Or gone.
Not so long ago, things were different. Time marched on.
The sun still rises and night still falls, but the space in between is cold and harsh.
Pleasantries are plagued by adversity.
Resting branches drip with regret. Their purpose unfulfilled.
A quiet whisper carried on sparrow wings gently breathes life’s promise.
Frail fluttering gives way to silent strength.
Dawn ushers change.
Awakening begins below the surface.
Grace breaks free and welcomes new growth.
Hope hesitantly emerges from hibernation.
Faith fills the garden again.
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