Spring unfolds eventually,
And not in a sudden rush.
The days must warm intentionally,
The winds must die to a hush.
Not overnight, or at our whim,
But purposefully and slow,
Days of longer light begin
As goes the ice and snow.
Sooner or later, the swollen bud
Will burst, and bloom emerge,
Quietly, gently, willfully
In a scheduled, easy surge.
A deliberate plan on Nature’s part,
It’s the dance that she knows best.
Embrace each colourless day that’s left,
And patiently wait for the rest.
- © 2008 Nancy J. Bond