
Awaiting Spring
Snow-covered hills and valleys
Air crisp and thick with frost
North wind sweeps down upon us
Earth's warmth is all but lost
Patiently the bulbs are waiting
Blanketed by powdery snow
Locked within, the power of beauty
Waiting for the spring to grow
Are you something I imagined
Warm winds and gentle rains?
Round the corner, so elusive
Will you ever come again?
Dreams of walking through the forest
Scent of pine and tender shoots
Maybe you'll arrive tomorrow
Waking up the sleeping roots
Music fills my head in morning
Lilting song of chickadee
Blue jay calling, day is dawning
Life is calling out to me
Icicles, so gently dripping
From their home beneath the eaves
Buds awakening from their slumber
Soon transforming into leaves
Children playing in the puddles
Rainbow boots and sparkling eyes
Sprigs of grass along the siding
Prove that old-man winter dies
Hear the music of the peepers
Singing me a lullaby
Drifting through an open window
Their theatre an open sky
Air is warming, nature wakens
Makes you want to dance and sing
Join with me and celebrate it
This, the long-awaited spring!

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