Waiting
Cold and dreary,
its been raining for weeks.
From this window,
there is little evidence of spring,
even though it is almost April.
Winter just can’t seem to let go.
Yet, in this moment,
although I can’t see it,
I know beyond doubt
that change is happening
deep inside and underground.
Even if I do nothing at all
but stand at this window
and wait,
spring will come
in its own time.
We are on the brink.
It’s the story we relearn every year,
the one we need so desperately
to be written over and over
on our hearts.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
So true, so true,, so true. Last year spring came so early, this year it seems it is taking forever.
It is strange, isn’t it? All we can do is wait, I suppose.