Our snow weary world tires of winter, <br />and rain sodden oaks plead for sun, <br />timid wrens mute their song in bare hedges <br />as Earth whispers ‘Spring has begun’. <br />White clouds scurry in across blue skies, <br />flustered by winds from the west. <br />The lilac in bud waits in silence, <br />Its burgeoning blossom suppressed. <br />Frosted fields offer hope for the Lapwing, <br />safe furrows to nestle their young. <br />From their high jigging flight, flashing black and then white, <br />clouds of hundreds sweep earthward as one. <br />Earth’s whispers were scorned by many <br />when late snow landed softly again, <br />on the buds of the lilac, still waiting <br />for the gentle caress of Spring rain.<br /><br />heather sweeting<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-333/
