The sky is dark and sullen
The trees look so forlorn
The days are short, a chill sets in
A winter day is born.

I yearn for spring so long ago
A day spent in the park
Among the blooming daffodil
The wren and meadowlark.

I long for gentle days of rain
A warm breeze in the air
The fragrance of a lilac tree
A day so ever fair.

Beneath the dead decaying leaves
A bud does wait anew
To reach its arms up to the sky
When winter days are through.

Beyond the bitter winds that blow
A breeze awaits to greet
To bring in sun kissed golden rod
And tender grass so sweet.

Just as the winter fades away
To this one hope I cling
Our God, who gives the winter wind
Will surely bring the spring.

© 2006 Marilyn Ferguson