midwinter spring

some days the sun shines and sets the snow on fire. its still too cold to melt, so winter remains bitter as ever. but the tulips remind me of the spring that comes amidst the winter. and that there is hope, always hope, even in the darkest times. lets remember this truth.

and for fun, lets read an excerpt from my favorite poem by ts eliot:

"Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable
Zero summer?"

Little Gidding I, from T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets.