The morning creeps in on an early-spring morn
Icicles drip, they melt, now weak and well-worn
Sun fighting; so brilliant, after asleep for such time
The birds hailing the springtime, in their delightful, sweet chime
Yet once again frost finds hits way to the window
Birds pleading their love song from a lone, farm-house spindle
Clouds furious, raging bellowing more
Snow turning to rain, unable to close spring’s door
Ice again melting, losing the battle
Birds questioning song, are they beloved or chattel
Sprouts peaking their noses from a frost-bitten ground
Birthing their beauty beneath, with never a sound
We wait, oh we wait, will you not come dear spring?
With days full of sunlight, what joy shall you bring!
I long for the laughter of children outside
Pregnant blossoms of spring, opening wide