We Wait for Spring

by Walter Rooks

We wait for spring in winterís grip;
Calloused,  bruised this seasonís hand.
With cold tongue, chapped lip
It whispers in breaths, pauses and
We wait for spring-

To touch us gently warm at last,
We want, we wait.
With rain and snow and overcast,	
We reach, we wait
For spring-

With bodies weary, we rest
Through sun-forgotten days
Long in winter; fall bequest.
Now seeking warmth, our ways,
We wait for spring-

To love us now, or naught,
The birth and beauty of spring;
Grow with verve, or not
We laugh, we dance, we sing-
In winter we wait for spring.



We Wait for Spring by Walter Rooks

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