Promise of Spring The sky is dark and sullen The trees look so forlorn The days are short, a chill sets in A winter day is born. I yearn for spring so long ago A day spent in the park Among the blooming daffodil The wren and meadowlark. I long for gentle days of rain A warm breeze in the air The fragrance of a lilac tree A day so ever fair. Beneath the dead decaying leaves A bud does wait anew To reach its arms up to the sky When winter days are through. Beyond the bitter winds that blow A breeze awaits to greet To bring in sun kissed golden rod And tender grass so sweet. Just as the winter fades away To this one hope I cling Our God, who gives the winter wind Will surely bring the spring. © 2006Marilyn Ferguson