The Peace Deal

Unbroken Promise

Where is the peace
in these wild winds
that whip white veils
across a frozen land?
Small creatures stir slightly
in underground lairs;
bulbs revive beneath
their ivory blankets;
songbirds renew their melodies;
goldfinches transform feathers,
drab gray to vivid yellow.
Twilight's indigo glow lingers
behind evening's first stars.
Spring whispers in our ear
of soft breezes which
ruffle newly sprouted leaves
and of its unbroken promise-
a transition to temperate days.