As I peered out the window,
the indigo sky,
the snow on the ground
that fell long ago,
surrounded by white,
no hint of sunlight,
I sighed as I looked and climbed into bed,
I woke in the morning, feeling fresh and well fed,
I opened the window,
and to my surprise,
something was different,
I could not tell why.
Taking a sniff of the cold winter air,
I felt a warm little breeze,
full of summer and bees,
fly through my window,
and all through my house,
the smell of spring,
the flowers will sing,
the rain will fall,
the ants will crawl,
the sun will rise,
winter will say goodbye, goodbye,
the birds will fly,
and I rely on spring to come.