Opening the door
Early in the morn’ a cold blast greets me
Sending shivers coursing through my soul
My hands grasp the jacket near by
And I stroll out into the blustering wind
Cold northern breezes brush against my cheeks
And my bones cry out for warmth
Looking upon the sky I marvel
The stars twinkling and the moon shines in her glory
Stooping down I admire the blue belles and lilies
Gently touching their soft picturesque colors
A deep heart felt sigh and I pray they will make it
The maple blossoms blow all around
And the robin's song is silent
The stillness is almost haunting
as fingers of green buds extend from dark arms
Swaying with a fast motion for warmth
They seem to whisper were has the season gone
Why did you come and then leave so quickly?
Droplets of last nights rain fall upon my head
Tears for the deception of spring
Patricia Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-walk/
