Yearning For Spring - A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

It's but the second month of winter now;
From time to time we get some warmer days
As grudgingly we're fed some warming rays
While unto winter's blast we're forced to bow.
There's always springtime somewhere on this earth,
In northern clime or southern hemisphere,
Oh, how I long for halcyon days so dear,
Although for now they're just a fleeting dearth.

And when the songbirds come back to this land
I'll be there cheering on their melodies
Carried on the lilting warming breeze,
A symphony so wondrous and so grand!
Every season has its beauty, true -
Yet greening trees my favorite are to view!