Cold Winds

Cold winds blow and herald the first taste of spring with the last licks of winter

Like a hit to the face comes angry wind, 
   Carrying nothing but stories of cold

Where has hidden that warm golden disk?

Only just affore, blossoms came forth in the warm glow

But winter's last touch has left them frozen and scattered

Cold winds chip away at the armour of blossoms enveloping the branches

Both a loving caress of sight and sound and a shield 

Climb a bloom and find a piece of peace

Light up a smile with the cold winds licking your pips and promising spring.