When the winter sun lifts its head above the horizon For a brief few hours our hearts are lightened As we remember the warmth and buzz of summer. But for now, the land lies cold, hibernating Waiting for that angle of light that signals New beginnings – Spring.
Cathedral beauty, intricate and fine Yet solid, dependable. Symbol of greatness that was; Built to last. Offering a spiritual experience In a material world. Often viewed as a relic; Outdated and yet so present In the heart of this city.