I can dream of Spring
Faith of the future
Life reborn
Victorious in its battle
With borealis
Eyes closed
This warm wind
Will simmer my soul
Shed light on my thoughts
Refurbish my being
Eyes open
These colours
Will bleed into me
Open my heart again
Sing to me new verses
Of hope and vitality
mishunderstood 
That is a lovely poem, I love it! I cannot wait for bees and flowers and butterflies and weeds and warmth. The wind chill is ten, me no likey.
My husband laughed at your “me no likey”. Yes, it is frigid cold here as well as we were just hit with a bit of a storm. Snow blowing everywhere!
Thanks for the read. Peace!! Love!! 🙂