As Winter Turns To Spring (Early March: 2017) Poem by DM W

As the snow drop stirs under the still, white season,
I contemplate the silence that creates tender faith.
Although it is still cold and the wind is howling,
And the streets are wet with interminable rain,
I sense that a frail, warm light is drawing near.
O I sense the soft glow of promise and surprise!
I hope the spring will bring fresh possibilities.
I hope this manic world will turn a little slower.