There is no breath of wind today <br />The fields still white with frost <br />So clear the air that I can see <br />For miles and miles to where <br />A village church is almost hid <br />By trees, and here and there <br />A tiny plume of smoke betrays <br />Some farmhouse tucked away. <br />All seems to be expectancy: <br />The very air vibrates <br />And sparkles with the promise that <br />Sweet spring is on the way. <br />I feel my spirit lift, take wing <br />To be alive this day. <br /> <br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-it-is-icumen-in/
