Perspective falls like patient winter snow
And melts the instant it escapes the sky.
It lands so softly on the dirt below
To dissipate; the cold ground seems so dry.

With vital time and much consideration,
Perspective builds like patient winter snow
And clarity outweighs deliberation;
Security and comfort start to grow.

The frozen moonlit night will then bestow
An affirmation; fear will melt like ice.
Perspective thaws like patient winter snow
Revealing that the journey was the price.

Is spring then some arrival? Or a start
When things will grow together or apart?