Seasons Promise

Trees stand silently and bare Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring Though winter keeps them in its icy glare Desolate landscapes bare the scars of winter's sting And hardly a creature utters a sound Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring Days are bleak with gray skies all around While icicles hang from window sills And hardly a creature utters a sound As life stands still in winter's chill Those sunny days are hard to find While icicles hang from window sills Cold winds blow with storms that blind But the hope of spring does not decline Though sunny days are hard to find As weary creatures look for a sign Trees stand silently and bare But the hope of spring does not decline Though winter keeps them in its icy glare ~~ Written on: 11/11/ 2012 Contest Judged On: 4/30/16