The Cost of Knowing

One of my favourites. With inspiration from Psalm 39. The Cost of Knowing Still the winter wind is blowing, And still, these barren branches writhe Like shadows upon a pale sky—knowing, Their crown is Lost. Though autumn is long away, Still they sway: Their grief not going, Not healing but growing, Amid dying Light. Do they know of spring? Do they dream of it beneath distant stars glowing? What is…