It’s a soul-chilling night

It's a soul-chilling night
in the garden erased by a blizzard.
Prayers are crackling in the sap of trees
under the pressure of snow and ice.
Their shrivelled patience
is leaning on a dormant trust
that the next sunrise will wrap their trunks
with the ribbons of light—
God's promise that spring will come.
with love

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