Winter’s Faith

Each winter greeted with a promise of enthusiasm
Snow forts, downhill sliding & a good snow ball fight
Our mouths open wide to catch the falling snow flake
Such moments as these cherished for its own sake
Come the spring they would melt away into nothing
To be banished for another year from our sight
There were no tears then in the lesson of letting go
Life was still magical and as transient as the snow
For our faith was as strong as the chords of forever
Come hell or high water our souls shall endeavor.

By Jason Youngman
Winter of 2018

(Click on the image to download in high resolution. My photo was taken
on the Grand Concourse trail just up from Long Pond along Mount Scio.)

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About Jason Youngman

An explorer of volition and soul, a song under a night's sky and a dream that forever yearns to be.
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