Spring Waits
©2013 Louise Gallagher
Spring waits
in silent anticipation
of promises
yet to awaken
beneath the snow
where roots dig
deep
into memory frozen
in the yearning for the return
of summer.
I lay
silent in the dark
dreaming
of your arms
holding me
deep within the night
where your touch
burns
my skin hot
with memories awakening
in the sultry heat of the return
of summer.
A Poetry Affair 
and I eagerly, if not graciously, wait for spring and summer!
Me too. Me too! Ellie and I just came back from a walk along the reservoir and the wind was biting — but the river has started to flow again! Good sign. And five deer traipsed along the river bank… it was lovely.
That does sound lovely!
my bones feel stronger
just reading these balmy words
like a warm southern breeze
easing over my soul
with fresh hope:)
daffodil love to you,
Jennifer
thank you for your lovely words — and you’ve already got spring blossoms ripening into summer’s promise!
A reminder to us all, and as you so eloquently put it, the winter seeds sown of “promises yet to awaken beneath the snow” in silent anticipation of spring.
This poem reminds me of “The Rose” by Bette Midler – and of course the name of my blog 🙂
And it is very timely said, as here in the southern hemisphere we begin the slide towards winter!