


"Promise
of Spring "
The sky is dark and
sullen
The trees look so forlorn
The days are short, a
chill sets in
A winter day is born.
I yearn for spring so
long ago
A day spent in the park
Among the blooming
daffodil
The wren and meadowlark.
I long for gentle days of
rain
A warm breeze in the air
The fragrance of a lilac
tree
A day so ever fair.
Beneath the dead decaying
leaves
A bud does wait anew
To reach its arms up to
the sky
When winter days are
through.
Beyond the bitter winds
that blow
A breeze awaits to greet
To bring in sun kissed
golden rod
And tender grass so
sweet.
Just as the winter fades
away
To this one hope I cling
Our God, who gives the
winter wind
Will surely bring the
spring.
© 2006 Marilyn
Ferguson

 


February 18,
2006
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