But When Will It Come?

Sprouts of inspiration and thoughts of spring

  In my posts notebook there are many attempts at titles or themes for articles scattered throughout. In trying to sprout inspiration, I leave behind seeds of ideas that, for one reason or another, didn’t grow right then. 

  Here and there in those pages are partial expoundings of thoughts, a few short paragraphs long. Like sprouts with spindly, long stems, they need time and space to grow. Some won’t make it out in the wide old world, others will thicken their stems, widen their roots, and become strong. 

  Among those scattered seedlings, I found this poem on the longing for spring. And, knowing of the collectively hopeful and cautious stirrings of gardeners who are basking in my area’s early season sunshine, it seemed fitting to share. 

  So, without further ado:

Impatience

  I find hints of spring
  In the warming here outside
  For the moment not so cold
  On piney hillsides

  Somewhere in some place
  There are daffodils a’blooming
  And elsewhere there’s still snow

  Here, and near
  Is a middle-ground
  Cloudy, damp
  And sometimes chilly-cold

  I might wish
  For sunny days
  And many sweet, sweet flowers

  They will come, sometime
  They might be here soon enough
  But when?
  But when?

  What are you longing for this coming spring?

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