Spring's Delay

Spring's Delay

The sky is grey

     there's an icy breeze

and it seems

    to go right through my head.

It's spring they say

    but that's not how it feels

because to me

    I'm here alone instead.

The winter's frost

    is slow to go away

 and I'm afraid
    it's moved into my heart.

The spring has lost

    this battle for today

and so it keeps

    the sun and me apart.

The sky is grey

    and I wait for clouds to pass

 but still I know

    I'll make it through the cold.    

In Spring's delay

 the very blades of grass

 grow seeds of hope

to come and rest within my soul. 

Caren E. Salas