Good’s no sin

Deceitful winter lets the sunshine in.
I smell the earth and see a  snowdrop lone
Yet what seems pleasant is, in truth, a sin.

In minute ways the lengthening  day begins.
The virtuous  hope   the true way  will be shown
Deceitful winter lets the sunshine in.

At least the darkness hid what is within
For we each bury  shadow under stone
Then what was pleasant turns to torment grim.

The  world is other, we  live on its skin.
With unfulfilled desires, we infant moan.
Deceitful winter lets the sunshine in.

We blame gods and men, for grace is thin.
Yet must we learn to trust the great unknown?
Then all that’s pleasant  feels no longer grim.

Perceptions change as we move  towards our home
Where all that’s wicked shall be overthown.
Deceitful winter let this sunshine in.
What seems bad is good, and good’s no sin.