The snow has melted from the slope,
It's February, so there is hope.
From my window I see trees gently napping,
The rain is falling, gently tapping.



Soon the bright, life giving sun, will appear,
To fill the earth with renewed hope and cheer.
To renew old life, and bring forth new,
The whole world assumes a different hue.



With God, light and the rain,
Things appearing dead will live again.
If we had less than these three,
All of these things would not be.



So when Winter has me down,
I wait for February to come around.
It gives happiness and hope to me,
That all this beauty I may again see.


©Allen Huddleston

Ecclesiastes 3: 11

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:
also he hath set the world in their heart,
so that no man can find out the work that God
maketh from the beginning to the end.