In The Middle of Winter |
It's the middle of Winter, we wish for Spring. To see pretty flowers, and hear the robins sing. But Winter is strong, we are wrapped in her coat. She chills us to the bone, we watch her snow flakes silently float. Stepping outside, we see her glistening ice. This reminds us of her clutches, so we hold on tight. The wind howls and whips through the trees. To see them covered in green leaves, oh, how we hear our hearts plea. We know not to question this Winter Queen. We know how the storms in her eyes can gleam. We sit patiently and bide our time. Mostly we stay in, and not outside. Deep in our hearts, we know it will come. The voices of Spring will be sent from above! Written by: S. Matheson 2/7/2003 |
