The Turn

The light which faded so sudden and cold,
returns to find us less sullen and worn,
the colour appearing in sky's gentle hue,
a sign of the spring; impending and blue,

the eyes of the blind, unblinking; now see,
horizon restoration, far out to sea,
sweet rays of the star a nourishing red,
recalling the palette which in Autumn fled,

so look forward dear friends to rebirth of time,
the growth from inside; the shoots of new life,
as nature provides, then so do we all,
a limitless shining, lifting the pall.