Winter

Barren trees with giant fingers raised to the sky begging the heavens to return rain to the earth so life can begin anew.
The prison of snow trapping the potential of new birth from the life giving sun,
trapped but screaming to be let out to run in the springtime like children in the sunshine.
 The battle between the sun and the cold for control of life itself. Life reluctantly adjusts but grits it’s teeth in rebellion...