A short poem for all those who are sick and tired of this long, hard winter !
The Sun shines,
But gives no warmth.
The wind blows,
But gives scant comfort.
The rains fall,
But nothing grows.
The branches hold promise,
But there are no shoots.
The nests are still here,
But I hear no chirping.
The lakes full of fish,
But the surface is frozen.
My heart yearns,
But remains unfulfilled.
My eyes search,
But life is hidden.
My soul is empty,
But there is nothing to embrace.
Winter's grip is still upon us,
Muffling all the sounds of Spring.
Freyja and Freyr, please hear me,
I beg you, let life begin !
- Glenn Bergen, February, 2011.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love and Thor's protection !
The Sun shines,
But gives no warmth.
The wind blows,
But gives scant comfort.
The rains fall,
But nothing grows.
The branches hold promise,
But there are no shoots.
The nests are still here,
But I hear no chirping.
The lakes full of fish,
But the surface is frozen.
My heart yearns,
But remains unfulfilled.
My eyes search,
But life is hidden.
My soul is empty,
But there is nothing to embrace.
Winter's grip is still upon us,
Muffling all the sounds of Spring.
Freyja and Freyr, please hear me,
I beg you, let life begin !
- Glenn Bergen, February, 2011.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love and Thor's protection !
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