To everything there is a time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring will come again

and all the buried hidden things frozen

in the hinterland twixt life and death

will feel her warm caress and

lift their heads

.

Spring will come again

forgetting winter’s cold restrictions

sloughing off the heavy coat as days lengthen

brightening brown to green and changing

grey to blue

.

Spring will come again

small flowers will appear on the earth

wearing diamonds dropped at dawn by

chasing clouds a promise of the coming

carnival of colour

.

Spring will come again

the seasons do not fail

even your sad weary world must turn

to face the strength and splendour

of the sun

.

Spring will come again

the waiting’s not in vain

 

Sally Ann, January 2018