Soul in Winter.

There is spring all around me, and summer beckons the soil.  But spring in my heart is still crusted with frost.  My yard burst with pink roses, stunning green grasses, and thick leafy trees.  But my soul is still barren with winter, empty and grey.  My pictures boast life with joy and active children, but my mind is worn and fighting, like the falling of dried leafs.  I pray for the spring of coming, the budding hope of beauty after toil, but my heart is still in the dead fo winter, smoke, waiting for the new life and revival to come with spring before summer.