Peering out the open window
To the cold, damp grounds of winter,
Our hearts ache and feel low.
The sky’s canvas painted in matte, grayish hues
Serves as the backdrop of a winter’s day
Slowly gathering crystallized flakes of dew.
As the calendar moves closer to March,
The perennials ache to push through the soaked soil
From all of winter’s replenishing, leaving nothing parched.
We anticipate the bright, fresh hint of green
Peeking out ready for the sun’s splendor,
As we long for spring to persistently be seen.