Have you ever noticed

there’s no sunrise when it snows?

The vivid colors don’t imbue,

(It seems they can’t get through.)

and so the sky but softly turns

a lighter shade of gray.

When there’s winter in my soul

the world seems cold and dark.

No bright colors penetrate

to lighten up my heart.

No sunrise warms my icy mood

to turn my days from nights,

and daylight only seems to bring

a lighter shade of gray.

But deep inside my heart reminds

that eyes can’t see all things;

and just because I can’t perceive

the colors of the dawn

doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

It only means that I have let

the gray obscure my view.

And so, too, in my winter’s soul,

I must remember this…

when sunlight hits

those cold gray clouds

they’ll be illuminated,

revealing to my tender heart

a thousand different colors.