The long winter lingers,
the cold winds blow in September,
the shrubs, after early blooms, hesitate,
and hope, at a loss, waits.
But something has come into view
there is something I can do:
a peace needs to be re-made,
an anger and a sorrow re-appraised
with a calmer mind:
to be both again kind
to be ready with a helping hand.

Reg Naulty.