Waiting Poem by Martin Moore

WAITING

Spring approaches
Everything is in readiness
Though the grass has not stopped growing
Through the mild winter long
The bird's dawn chorus
Fills the morning emptiness
And the roosters early crowing
Is irreverent birdsong

Winter passes
The earth heaves a sigh
Though the rain has not stopped falling
Through the mild winter long
Another storm flashes
In an angry blackened sky
January forestalling
With its sense of right and wrong

Snowdrops rising
From their dormant winter bed
Though the earth has not been frozen
Through the mild winter long
Almost emphasizing
With its virginal flower head
This moment has been chosen
For the seasons last swan song