Waiting for the Spring to return.

The days grow longer, yet winter lingers,

A stubborn grip on a world grown cold.

Bare branches etch a web of fingers

Against a sky of pearl and gray and gold.

The wind still whispers secrets through the trees,

But holds the promise of a warmer day.

A robin lights upon a trembling breeze,

A hopeful song to chase the clouds away.

Deep underground, the seeds begin to dream

Of sunlit meadows, bursting into green.

And in our hearts, a springtime hope doth gleam,

That soon enough, these barren lands will teem

With daffodils and tulips, bright and bold,

And roses climbing stories yet untold.

So let us wait, with spirits strong and true,

For soon enough, the spring will come anew.

Guchi.