Poem a Day 22: Repetition

Outside my window, a namelessbird chirps and chirps,its song a glad awakeningto blue sky and a sun-drenched day.Winter was too long this year,those days wrapped in snowand cold wind that blewhope into darkness.I know, as sure as I stretchinto each moment of today,that winter will return,as the earth turns,the moon rises,itself turning fromcrescent to full,and turning again,the same and not the