Spring

There stands a bleak time
between the dazzling white
that covers the gray
and the verdant green
that is nearly sprung up.
In the bleakness is warmth
that teases our hearts
and a chill that numbs our excitement.
In this time,
between sleeping and waking,
we hold our breath and prepare.
It is the almost but not yet time.
And here we wait and we know
that perhaps tomorrow…
or perhaps not, although
undoubtedly soon,
the flowers will bloom.
And the green will rise out of the gray.
Then at that time,
after the bleak in between,
resurrection becomes ours
once again.
Hallelujah!

Barbara Hayden