One Last Dance

Winter holds on for one more storm, as I contemplate spring.

One Last Dance

Water trickles gently in crevices of frozen earth,
The laughter of children stranded in puddles
Mingles with a chorus of robins,
And I sit in contemplation
Coffee in hand as I prepare for an afternoon
of mudded hands, spring boots, and sunshine.
Finally, the dawn gives way to spring
A long cold winter has crept slowly by,
And shed its tight grip on the earth.
My excitement is short-lived as clouds return,
And winter rebounds
Its grasp is mighty,
Anxious for one last dance, before the retreat.
Sadly, I close the door to spring
As snow blocks all vision,
Wind howls,
And my anticipation for tomorrow
Will have to pull me through.


18 Lines. Written for the Writer's Cramp Contest.