Waiting For Spring Poem by Barry Middleton

The wind is wild that stirs today.
The cold tells me to rest and stay

indoors until the storm subsides.
And yet the sun no longer hides,

but shines to bless the blustery morn,
and so condemns my bitter scorn.

As when I wish to quit the fight,
and quietly step into the night,

there seems to come a subtle clue,
that I should wait for spring is due.

I'll test the day, but I'll be brief,
till spring can bring its warm relief.