Between Seasons

Maryrose McLaughlin

Remember when the snow would flutter down 

Onto the icy fields and lofty trees. 

That peaceful beauty veiled the busy town, 

And so I watched the briefly welcomed freeze. 

But Winter holds the seasons captive, and 

The final winds of cold cling on too long. 

The chill becomes a challenge to withstand; 

The bitter ice and frost must move along. 

Here I am in dreary February 

Each path and park and pine is bare and bland; 

No oak has a leaf, no bush a berry, 

And mounds of melting snow are filled with sand. 

I cannot rest when rain pounds on my head 

And puddles wet my shoes with mud and grime 

Although the snow was cold, this mess I dread, 

But soon it will depart, when given time. 

I hope for joyful spring. I look ahead

To see the sun, and tulips rise from Earth. 

But now it’s damp and raw, and all is dead: 

I must endure these times to have rebirth. 

To see the sun, and tulips rise from Earth. 

But now it’s damp and raw, and all is dead: 

I must endure these times to have rebirth.