Waiting For Spring (February 2020)

A bitter wind blows across the North East. Winter's frozen warnings lie in the streets. O the ominoous sky grows darker still. The cold numbs the mind, the heart and the will. The short day terminates in dreadful night. Henceforth, we cling to fragments of light. O how long do we have to wait for spring, To arise with her many splendoured things? When will she come to melt our hearts of ice? It will be a glorious rebirth when she arrives: When the fields, the forests, the streams and lakes At her verdant, life giving touch awake! How long must we wait for the end of grey days; Until her subtle colours come out to play? Not long, it seems, for in a sheltered place, I discovered a snowdrop's slender grace.