Lengthening days

The day widens
in the land of trees
the bare branches smile
in the lengthening rays

The days broadens
in the far northwest
the lighthouse beckons
from the ancient rocks

Snow blankets still
the land of trees
frost paints
the expectant branches

Wind sweeps
in the ancient isles
clouds past the
ascending sun

Winter still holds
its firmest grip
yet the promise is there
for the coming spring