Oh Spring Day

I was wrong about spring, for all those months I painted the blame on winter’s dark face. Wave after wave of cold cloudy, darkening days, saturated my damaged point of view. By the way I am sure I will die on a winter day, blaming the solstice, waiting for the capricious spring to finally arrive. But my heart will be frozen, and perhaps not even alive. God how I love the way you make the sun shine. I was wrong about my fate, I filled the frame in haste, too busy to wait. I didn’t listen. I ate my own eyes, and blamed the skies, I chased the horizon and wrapped it in lies. Oh spring day, it is never too late, to fill me with mercy and grace as I wait.