by Buff Whitman-Bradley
In the midst of winter I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
In the midst of winter
It is difficult to remember lilacs
And warm afternoons in May.
In the midst of blizzards
It is difficult to remember
The gentle glow of August evenings.
In the midst of vicious assaults
It is difficult to recall
Companionable conversations.
In the midst of monstrous brutality
It is difficult to keep faith
In the tender and indestructible spirit.
In the crash and flash-bang and shatter
It is difficult to make out
The many quiet voices of love.
But we must
Mustn’t we?
Buff Whitman-Bradley podcasts his poetry at thirdactpoems.podbean.com .
