Winter fades with desperation.

One last snowfall

Floating in the stillness.

Weighing heavy on the heart.

 

Spring yearns to awaken.

The buds stir, hidden

Under a frozen blanket.

Where is the sun?

 

Sleeping dog, so peaceful,

Dreams of nothing

Warm and safe

Unaware of his good fortune.

 

Only three days more ‘til spring.

Does the north wind know?

I wait for him to leave

So eventual yet so distant.

 

The pond lies covered

Resting uncaring

Soon the waters will live again

Bringing song to the world.

 

The otters will play;

The night air will not be so silent

Rich with the chorus of frogs.

Warmth stirs everything.

 

Still, there is one last snowfall;

Winter will not let us forget.

All things sleep for awhile

Returning to life when it is time.

 

 

 

Rachael Booth

Landaff, NH

18 March 2007