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