Steps Away Until The Bridgehead

Beneath the icy grasp, it chilled,
Frost on bridges laid, in silence faced.
The timber, warm and brown, now suffocates,
Under snow's cruel hold, it contemplates.

It chilled, the path ahead obscured,
Each step on ancient wood, death's whispers lured.
Though strong it seems, my foot shall not be placed,
On bridges fraught with fears, life not disgraced.

It chilled, with eerie dread, the crunch below,
Upon the frosty deck, my fears aglow.
Not stand, nor march I’d dare,
In ice, though light of hope, bare.

‘Till, at last, spring's sun lays rays bold,
Upon each creature, whether young or old.
They feel her warmth, a gentle, soothing balm,
From chilling cold to warmth, in peace and calm.

Now the frost, once king, its reign undone,
Enshrouding life beneath, its time has run.
Melting, morphing into streams so clear,
From the bridge, it drips, each drop a tear.

The bridge, it weeps not from a place of pain,
But joyous tears, like spring's refreshing rain.
The weight of white, now shed, it stands unfurled,
A sentinel to warmth, to a waking world.

Forward I march, to the sweetest glow,
Toward long-held dreams, through thawing snow.
The season's change has birthed a path anew,
Fears I once given birth to, now I bid adieu.