When will spring come?

Winter's chill won't yield, relentless  

Darker days, damper souls, friendless

Rare bright moments, sun's quick tease

Frozen hopes as harsh winds wheeze

February's promise unkept  

Snow still thick where cold air crept  

March rains soak through weary coats  

Spring's arrival? No verdict notes

April teases with warmth's first blush

Then retreats behind rain's cold rush  

May dawns, but cold lingers, cruel

When will spring's soft breezes rule?

Bleak winter's monotone façade   

Yearns for spring's colorful charade

Life reborn, vibrant rebirth

To replace winter's icy dearth

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

it seems like everything in nature comes alive in April, May, after winter winds have calmed...but with intermittent cold spells, where we worry about our gardens... you portray these months very vividly in your write...it seems we all have a new beginning in spring.....it is enlightening!
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

Spring is retreating in these parts. Two warm days and now we have blustery winds and chill. I can relate to your poem. The season of rebirth is teasing us this year. I enjoyed reading your lines.

Chris