as icicles cling on the eaves
to announce winter’s call to arms
while sleet forms a coat of silver
on grass and limbs awaiting Spring

then the pitter patter of rain
creates a choir of rhythmic beats
to free the soil from winter’s chain
and wake the earth from its slumber

until blooms reign true once again
their fragrance wafting in the air
to kiss old winter’s cheeks goodbye
and welcome springtime in its place

ydara/m. stanphill 190107