Poem number eighteen NaPoWriMo
The world is still blanketed in white,
still cold and harsh,
but the north winds have stopped blowing
and a new scent is in the air.
The promise of spring,
is flying on in,
with white, soft clouds –
chasing away all the gray.
My soul feels much gladder,
to think that winters going away,
I’m so tired of white and gray –
I long for the colors that spring will bring.
Then I know that my heart,
like every year –
when winter changes to spring.
I long to watch all the snows,
melt away into silvery, white streams.
The earthy smell with every breeze
and nature coming out of its deep sleep.
Walking down country roads,
everywhere a new delight,
buds popping up all around letting everyone know –
that spring is on its glorious way.