by Ethel Mortenson Davis
It is the darkest
of all days so far
this year.
I’m sure it will
never be light again,
never with bright sunshine
and hidden breezes.
But tomorrow
will show up,
and the light
will gain over the dark,
and you will be running
down spring’s path,
clinging to my arm.
fourwindowspress 
I hope. Winter is forever sometimes!
Winter is beautiful! Have a Happy Happy Holiday. Love Ethel
Winter can be beautiful, I agree. But Oh, My, the long dark nights drag on me. Merry Christmas, Ethel. Tell Tom the same from us!
Let us hope. Wishing you both all the best for the coming year.
We wish you the best! Love Ethel
Thank you. You are often in my thoughts.