All That Is Solid

There’s an ill wind blowing,

gale force at least

laden with ice and snow

a real blizzard,

so keep your head down,

head for home,

don’t let it in

close up the gaps

and wait.

Wait

until the storm passes

leaving all eerily quiet.

Wait

for the sun to return

bringing rainbows.

and the breeze to grow gentle

with a sweet breath

and a warmth to break the ice

with colour.

Wait

for the delicate flowers to show

through the shattered soil,

melting the frozen silence.

Make a space then,

an opening

for a warmth,

that will shatter the ice.

Yes, even the solid will melt away

and make it all worthwhile.

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