Stubborn Frost's last throes,
Daily sun-beleaguered, still
Chill weakly each night.
Exposed veins of voles,
White hair receding from lawns...
Old Winter grows bald.
Swans trumpet to tell
Iced panes a liquid story;
Just fools tread old ice.
Lingers Winter still;
The sun broods over gray clouds;
Vaporous Spring stirs.
Cloven seasons stall,
Though migrants race to their nests
Expecting warm skies.
My heart leaps to see
Faith in action ev'ry Spring...
Surety of Life!
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
Stubborn Frost's last throes,
Daily sun-beleaguered, still
Chill weakly each night.
Exposed veins of voles,
White hair receding from lawns...
Old Winter grows bald.
Swans trumpet to tell
Iced panes a liquid story;
Just fools tread old ice.
Lingers Winter still;
The sun broods over gray clouds;
Vaporous Spring stirs.
Cloven seasons stall,
Though migrants race to their nests
Expecting warm skies.
My heart leaps to see
Faith in action ev'ry Spring...
Surety of Life!
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