the coming Spring

I've been waiting for a while to write this one, and at last today I had more than a few minutes to get it down on paper. It's not structured in quite the same way as it is on www.sherv.deviantart.com,

the coming Spring

The world lies locked up,

Chained in ice.

Barred behind frozen walls.

Days shrouded in cloud,

And fierce, bitter, winds.

Nothing dares move,

Or breathe,

Or sing.

But now, it’s coming.

The warm breeze says so,

The new song of the birds says so,

The drip, drip, drip of the melting ice says so.

The sun advancing

house by house

up the street

says so.

I stand here,

ready to Be freed,

by the coming Spring.