The year has turned the page and waits for spring;
branches are silver-bare that wait for spring.
Winter has passed us by, yet it lingers still,
leaving shabby, snowy patches waiting for spring.
Though the frigid wind bites down to the bone,
hopeful warm thoughts patiently wait for spring.
Searching for the first of spring-green shoots
that mark the predestined end of waiting for spring.
Dreaming of the profusion of buds and robin chirps,
the warmth in the air after we’ve waited for spring.
Written for d'Verse.
Lovely. I like the wee twist with the refrain from wait to waiting and the theme of spring coming is eternal. Thanks for joining the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThis is a subject which seems to lend itself very well to the ghazal form.
ReplyDeleteSometimes there are warmer days in winter and the dream becomes real.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the repetition of wait-for-spring forms since it IS an insistent lovely mode for me/ many of us in February. Thank you for this poem.
ReplyDeleteBH, did you write this?
Yep. Everything on my blog is my original work.
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