Breath of Spring

Breath of spring
In winter’s midst,
And then the cold rebounds;
Encompassing chill
And dreary days,
But hope of new growth
Softly resounds.
Buds want to bloom,
But the chill stays their start;
Greens want to grow,
But the iciest days
Keep the moment aside
Til it’s time
For spring.

A.D.W.