Winter, Spring

Night falls, winter ends. Spring has come, to make amends.

Here I watch, the waking world, from its sleep its blooms unfurl.

The buds come forth, bright and fair. Leaves are green --here, there.

Yet I cannot, the chill forget, when winter howled, and spring still slept.

The snow, the cold, the icy dark, upon my soul has made this mark.