Gray death, the winter's cover, <br />Has lain the country over, <br /> Her shades rolled high. <br />Earth's secrets are exposed, <br />Uncaring in repose, <br /> To every eye. <br />The dreary winter's cold <br />Has taken dismal toll; <br /> Her shadows shorten. <br />The world is dressed in gray- <br />As dawn awaits the day <br /> It must awaken. <br />My daily path has seen <br />The bated breath of green; <br /> The winter's over. <br />As opening wide the eyes <br />Of blue above, the skies <br /> Nudge sleeping shoulder. <br />A voice where there was none <br />Trills out, as now the sun <br /> Her charges waken. <br />The trusting players hide <br />To touch home-free, yet bide <br /> With faith unshaken. <br />Upon the scene I come, <br />Ignored by everyone; <br /> I too am playing. <br />My scanning eye has seen <br />Today a blade of green, <br /> A spot betraying. <br />The game is in full swing; <br />From nowhere bursts the spring, <br /> Its laughter ringing. <br />The merry-making sound <br />Of all the children found; <br /> All nature singing. <br />The empty country-side <br />With pageantry alive; <br /> Now dressed in splendor. <br />Her shades are spread around; <br />Within her house the sound <br /> Of gleeful laughter. <br />On faith she has relied, <br />The promise ne'er denied <br /> By faithful Master.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-121/
