Waiting for Spring

May 3, 2009

Though winter seemed endless, God was at work as our family experienced a heartwarming event. My two gallery assistants, daughter Mary Douyard and her daughter, my beautiful grandaughter Rachel were hospitalized in February so that Rachel could receive her mom's (Mary's) kidney. The surgery was successful and we're once again at work together in the gallery.


It's wonderful to see the earth awakening to new beauty now. I wrote this poem after a hard winter many years ago and it reminds of the long wait for spring we experienced this year.



WAITING FOR SPRING
The birds are bewildered, the people are, too
They thought that spring was here
Reluctantly the winter leaves
And days seem long and drear

The calendar is all mixed up
Spring days refuse to show
I look for blossoms but I fear
They’re buried under snow

Beneath the puffs of white on trees
I picture blooms so sweet
With perfumed color all around
On every village street

I feel the stinging swirling snow
Upon the east wind blown
I hear the thundering pounding surf
And dream of springs I’ve known

I’m waiting for spring, just waiting for spring
Can’t seem to get it in focus
I gaze upon piles and piles of snow
And long for my first glimpse of crocus

Icicles fringing snow-draped roofs
Are stretching out so long
I want to see bright tulips now
And hear the robin’s song

Spring, oh spring, please hurry up
Old winter’s been too free
Warm up the shivering greening buds
On each expectant tree

I’m waiting for spring, just waiting for spring
And getting so forlorn
New life, new buds, new thoughts, new dreams await
The springtime to be born

Happy day, oh happy day,
When winter’s finally through
Then all the earth will wake again
And all the earth renew!


Dorothy Ramsey Stoffa ©1994