The Awakening~

For many long months

The snow has stayed.

Over hard and lifeless ground

It has been softly laid.

Clouds have blotted out

The winter sky,

As gray and dismal days

Have passed, unending, by.

But the wind that blows

Without rest or peace,

Deep within knows

That soon it must cease.

As the grass reappears,

Conquering its snowy oppressor,

The cold will fall back,

Growing steadily lesser.

The sun calls out new life,

His rays warm and coaxing;

Spring is free of strife,

So hope-giving and inspiring.

The clouds fade and flee,

Winter; so forsaken...

The air carries the scent of flowers,

Spring; life will awaken...

 

© Hannah Scarlett 2011