Waiting For Spring

I saw him there, standing alone and gray

His stark arms drooping to his sides, though he stood straight and solid

All his gildings and beauty lay brown and dead

He carried the abuse every cold day

Weeks began and left with nary a pause

White cold weighed him down, its breath freezing his limbs

He would not break, waiting for the season’s change

He would resist hopelessness despite its draw

Months passed, the cold ceased, bringing hope at last

He drew strength, raising his arms, and sighed in peace

Green clothed his arms and new life blossomed from him

He reached for the sky, glad that winter had passed

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