Waiting.
The buds know it, the birds know it is due, but winter seems to have forgotten..Where is spring? Or am I being too impatient perhaps.
Bone damp grey
wraps a blanket
round the hour
chill flakes fall
holding no value,
rattling across folded
leaves to no purpose,
only a few
capped in half laced
white.
Birds call take flight
undaunted, scar the
boughs with feathers
resting.
A robin sings and
I know..
Spring is but a heartbeat
away.
Yes, m’dear, you are being too impatient. It’s only half way through Feb 😉
Although God knows, I share your eagerness for Spring. It always amazes and delights me, just how beautiful the world is.
As I have got older, I have even come to appreciate grey, damp days. Because they hold the promise within them.
Spring is my fav season. You feel the sap arising, bringing new life, new hope, to the frozen wastes, within and without.
Alison x
I do agree Alison, I love the brightness, gaiety and hope spring brings. That day was cold and bleak, but the snow didn’t stay, buds were forming, birds chasing one another and when the Robin sang above my head I just felt spring really is on it’s way at last. Appreciate you commenting Alison, thank you x
I thought you were describing the end of the world in the first half of your poem, Sweetwater. Very scary. It was good that you ended on a high note and the meaning of your poem was finally realised. I’m also looking for springtime and the world renewing itself. The best time of the year is nigh. Enjoyed your poem!
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it despite the scary beginning 🙂 I’m sure spring won’t be long now, so brighter skies on the way. Sue x