Winter’s Hold… when spring is held to ransom
As sun reveals and sky does peal back
the clouds, the blue instills those darkened ills of past,
to be just passing glimpses of shade, nothing more,
and hearts glow with possibility
each time that sun returns,
to give us hope in springs assertions,
of growth and splendor.
So fast the changes, so beguiling the light,
when darkness weighs down our moods,
we want nothing more than freedom,
at least a lasting interlude,
to rescue our weary souls from dull,
and uplift our heart to lull
in quiet introspection.
And I in maudlin mood,
reject the darkness mire,
the relentless grasp of winter gone,
that has stretched us past our ever-loving faith,
and teased us with a paltry light to sate,
while winter smiles a malevolent hold,
not yet ready to release us to a summer story told.
And so each day glimmers more of light,
inferring summer’s oncoming plight,
yet still a bitter rain and darkness swill,
tinges all our hopes and will
give rise to vengeful heat,
when summer’s had enough and meets the challenge,
takes the reigns to banish winter’s last word.
Tony DeLorger © 2016