On the eaves of winter,
hangs depression and gloom
where my thoughts drip of Spring
and the sights of its bloom.
I can hardly wait,
for these cold days to be gone
so I can rise with the robin
and listen to Springtime’s song.
On the dawn of Spring,
are the shadows of new life
putting an end to the bitter chill
and the ache of winter’s strife.
Spring is just around the corner
but I’m not sure if I can wait
and I pray every day to God . . .
“Oh, please don’t let Spring be late!”
Song of Solomon 2: 11-12
King James Version
“For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and
gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the
time of the singing of birds is come, and the
voice of the turtle is heard in our land;”
Deborah Ann Belka