Gray death, the winter's cover,
Has lain the country over,
Her shades rolled high.
Earth's secrets are exposed,
Uncaring in repose,
To every eye.
The dreary winter's cold
Has taken dismal toll;
Her shadows shorten.
The world is dressed in gray-
As dawn awaits the day
It must awaken.
My daily path has seen
The bated breath of green;
The winter's over.
As opening wide the eyes
Of blue above, the skies
Nudge sleeping shoulder.
A voice where there was none
Trills out, as now the sun
Her charges waken.
The trusting players hide
To touch home-free, yet bide
With faith unshaken.
Upon the scene I come,
Ignored by everyone;
I too am playing.
My scanning eye has seen
Today a blade of green,
A spot betraying.
The game is in full swing;
From nowhere bursts the spring,
Its laughter ringing.
The merry-making sound
Of all the children found;
All nature singing.
The empty country-side
With pageantry alive;
Now dressed in splendor.
Her shades are spread around;
Within her house the sound
Of gleeful laughter.
On faith she has relied,
The promise ne'er denied
By faithful Master.
Adeline Foster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-121/
