The bitter cold has lifted, the snowflakes melted wet.
The winds are more forgiving, we are huddled with feet set.
On ground as hard as clay, under sky as white as bone.
We are humbled and forgiven, yet we feel so all alone.
Maybe it’s just the season, it might be something more.
We are waiting on deliverance, in that distance there’s a roar.
Dennis Mantin 
Beautifully penned!
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, appreciated.
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You are welcome. :)
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