Awaiting Spring

Sat, 12/07/2013 - 16:34 -- 13KelHe


Come snow, while the morn is of thy breath,

While the leaves blanket the ground.

They had never been afraid of death,

And so passed without a sound.


A ghostly silence hangs in the air,

Memory of days now gone,

Of youth and a forgotten prayer.

Both never reaching the dawn.


Nothing hurts so much as the waiting,

No beauty but a cruel sting.

A child for mother is crying,

So it is I weep for spring.


When life runs anew in the valley,

As the birds burst forth in song,

All born again that ended sadly,

I pray it will not be long.



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