A sodden sky so smudged with soot,
The wind that streaks my face with tears,
A ground that crackles under foot,
The dreary months turn into years.
And although the snow is gone,
Frost coats limbs and rotting leaves,
The breath of winter lingers on
And my sunny soul bereaves.
Oh how I long for April’s blast
Of sun filled skies and flowers strewn
And dream the trill that love songs cast
By birds that flutter ‘neath the moon.
But, fire crackles in the hearth,
While songbirds shiver in the night.
It’s winter’s dreary lack of mirth
Oh how I long for spring’s rebirth.