“A Most Bitter Chill”

The Winter had just ended

It was the worst I’ve ever seen

And although a new Spring had just begun,

The trees were still bare

Their branches weighed heavily with snow

And a bitter frost pricked deep within their limbs

Will they even reach full bloom?

Will they ever bear such sweet fruit again?

A silent breeze still carries a northern chill

It lingers in the air

Not yet ready to put away its bitter knives,

For this was the coldest season of our lives

— David Allen

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