Waiting For Spring (February 2020) Poem by DM W

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.