When will this Blue Winter lift?

I’ve seen the last of its snow.

Falling softly. Landing quietly.

Renewing the night in a faint glow.

**I wrote this poem back in March when I completed a painting that I titled “Blue Winter.” As I work on this poetry blog a little further, I’ll return to post the painting and go into depth about my thoughts and feelings behind the painting. Until then, it’s about time I published the poem. ljh