Poem: Waiting for Spring

I sit in the silence, the earth holding breath,
Beneath a cold sky, still veiled in death.
The winds whisper secrets, too quiet to hear,
As winter lingers, drawing near.

The branches are bare, the fields lie still,
Frozen in time, the world at a chill.
But deep in the ground, beneath frozen skin,
A promise stirs—spring will begin.

I wait for the sun to soften the frost,
For the flowers to bloom, no longer lost.
I long for the warmth, the colors, the song,
To chase away winter, where it doesn’t belong.

The snow may fall, the night may be long,
But in my heart, I know the song—
Of birds that will come, of buds that will rise,
And the golden dawn breaking over the skies.

So I wait, patiently, as cold winds sigh,
For the day when the earth and the heart can fly.
Spring will return, just like it always does,
Bringing new life, and with it, love.