Expectation

beneath the snow
lies an ache for spring
life’s imaginings await
just beyond the fog of winter;
a tiny splinter of hope
sings of things
to come

tiny bulbs
whisper to each other;
worms prepare to stretch
and yawn
slumber’s awakening

yet Jack and Snow
cling, hug the eaves,
adorn the sleeves
of passers-by
on foot or fly

and I?

huddle here,
within the warmth
behind the door,
and watch the more
for signs
to place a sparkle,
a twinkle, of delight
in my eyes,
that sun’s arise
will find its way

©January 11, 2004