winter dreams

Plans wait as snow piles high.
When winter's past, release a sigh
and wake from the achingly long slumber.
Smile at the changes, the scent of cucumber,
brought again with summer's air,
and forget the chill winter was ever there.

Plans fulfilled with a new season:
What now is planted with hope beyond reason
comes after icy hardness and pain,
and the cutting plow of spring and rain.
When all in rows are there aligned right,
finally come the dreams of this winter night.
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