Poetry
I know spring is supposed to already be here. But, where I live, winter is reluctant to let go. Winter is sort of like a pregnancy, you know it can't last forever, but you start to feel like it'll never end. Those aren't my tulips in the picture. (morguefile.com) My tulips are just now getting buds. They make me hopeful, though. And that's what spring is all about. In Search of Spring The snow sheathed earth Thirsts for sunshine, Fertile flowers wait Impatiently, Longing for their breathless Debut. Bursts of color anticipate their Welcome Of the change of season. And, I.. I wait. Watching for any sign That the long, cold, Dark winter Has finally given up the ghost, That spring, Splendid spring, With it’s life and Endless promise, Is assuredly, undoubtedly, Here. -Jewels