As the Winter Wanes
February 18, 1991

As the winter wanes
I see blades of grass await their turn
recapturing the ground which in the fall we burned
Water trickles down the painted curb
and spring time seems so close

As the winter wanes
I can feel the breezes warm my frozen cheek
providing me the freshness that I seek
Feelings long forgotten in winter's peak
and spring time feels so close

One dying pile of snow
melts a stream of water down my drive
The weeds in sidewalk cracks are now revived
The many, many spring times of my life
slowly ebb away

As the winter wanes
It seems the sky is painted brighter blue
bring all of the heavens clearly into view
The birds are back and singing just to you
and spring time seems so close

As the winter wanes
The bare ground once again becomes your friend
We see a white-tailed deer around the bend
gnawing at the icicles that we defend
and spring time seems so close

One dying pile of snow
melts a stream of water down my drive
The weeds in sidewalk cracks are now revived
The many, many spring times of my life
slowly ebb away

As the winter wanes
The boots and overcoats are tucked away
reserved for storms and bitter autumn days
The children wander out again to play
and spring time seems so close

As the winter wanes
the snowman shrinks and waves his last good-bye
The icicles will drip away and dry
The robin in the birdhouse starts to fly
and spring time has arrived