Winter Hovers
Laura is a mother of two, a teacher, writer and an artist. She also identifies with dreamer, visionary, advocate and an organizer.
Winter hovers
refusing to assent,
Continuing to envelope
the hardened land.
Minute saplings
and diminutive seedlings
claw their way through the crusty loam.
Bruising their tendrils,
grimacing as they shoot upward.
Sun kissed fronds
rejoice in the sudden warmth,
only to shiver and shake
when night falls and brings
an unexpected blanket of snow.
Silhouettes of frozen trees
stretch their limbs out
to the promise of warmth,
as flares shoot outward
while rising in the eastern sky.
The shrill song of the Robin,
the affirmation of spring,
cajoles feathered friends
into warbles, croons and whistles.
Winter hovers
however it won't be long
before meadows boast brilliant colors
and foliage surges forward
as if competing in a race.
The whir of bees
will reverberate their mission
to propagate life.
The Earth celebrates
its birth once again.
© 2019 Laura Cole
Comments
RTalloni on May 02, 2019:
A lovely picture of seasonal rebirth. Each spring speaks the promise of God's faithfulness to His Word!