In Anticipation Of Spring Poem by Vicki Ellis

The chilling frost has finally changed.
It now appears as icy rain
That fills the street with raging torrents,
Swirling urgent down the drain.

It seems as if this wet grey season
Is here to stay-this dreary freezing
Will last until the end of time-
A sort of atmospheric treason.

But a closer at the sodden ground
Reveals Spring's signals, all around.
The greening growth of dormant plants
And return of the migrant birds
Tell all without a sound.

Her final sign is understood
By mountain folk who tell the tale
Of falling snow on dogwood flower
That heralds Spring into the vale