The Long Winter

The day became weary
And sped out of sight.
It was gray and so dreary-
Void of sunlight.

Nighttime came early
Clad in white drifts
And the tease of the wind
Whistled in shifts.

Enough! Said we victims,
Cold and homebound
Where icicles hung
And temps had gone down.

Oh, glorious visions
Dance in our heads
While rainbows of tulips
Still lay in their beds.

Oh, lay thee down, winter-
Go swiftly away
And usher to minds
A springtime clothed day.

Where trumpets of daffodils
Spill by the streams
And verdant green landscapes
Are more than daydreams.