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Promise Of  Spring 

The sky is dark and sullen 
The trees look so forlorn 
The days are short, a chill sets in 
A winter day is born.

I yearn for spring so long ago 
A day spent in the park 
Among the blooming daffodil 
The wren and meadowlark.

I long for gentle days of rain 
A warm breeze in the air 
The fragrance of a lilac tree 
A day so ever fair.



Beneath the dead decaying leaves 
A bud does wait anew 
To reach its arms up to the sky
 When winter days are through.

Beyond the bitter winds that blow 
A breeze awaits to greet 
To bring in sun kissed golden rod 
And tender grass so sweet. 

Just as the winter fades away 
To this one hope I cling 
Our God, who gives the winter wind 
Will surely bring the spring. 

© 2006 Marilyn Ferguson