Waiting for Spring

I sit by my window watching the dirty snow melt.
I sit by my window crying tears heart felt.

It's been a long, cold, lonely winter of discontent.
It's been a long, cold, drought since my love went.

She left me on a sun bright day.
In shimmering white snow, she walked away.

Her tracks are melting, spreading fast.
Like her love, they will not last.

Cold, I sit at this window pane.
It seems my life is on the wane.

Now all I long for is the sun's warm mirth.
When the flowers burst from the earth.

Chase these cold, lonely winter blues away.
And give me hope for a better day.

When I can walk to the bird song breeze.
Through green grass and new leaf trees.

With a new love by my side.
Until then, I must abide.

Until there comes that still sweet day,
When spring, once again, comes my way.

Copyright 2002 © Ronald W. Hull

4/7/02





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