Light Walking

Dark may be the clouds
Leaden, hanging heavy
Shrouded in gloom.
Light walking, ensures
Hellebores bloom.
Branches dark starkly bare
Yet Wren feeds, on the unobserved
Barren twigs to the human eye, yields sustenance.
Light walking, the gloom passes,
Impermanent are the shadows
The slightest light banishes night.
Know life blooms in winter chill,
Joy continues in light walking.