Awaiting Spring
Spring comes, like a hesitant lover,
marshaling its resolve to come to me.
Hesitant of my love, unsure and still afraid,
will I want her, as she wants to be wanted?
The wind carries the whispers of my longing,
as the grass slumbers under the snow.
We wait for her, with patient love,
until she accepts our need of her as real.
Lovely poem, thanks. Good images with a bit of mystery.
I really like the reference of the wind carrying the whispers of longing
as grass slumbers under snow. Nice....