I love the metaphor of seasons. It’s almost spring, in real life too.
Waiting for spring
Springtime is coming
It’s time to plant
Even now the first shoots are here
I can see enough to know that
It is definitely coming
See through the mist
The sun is shining
Today’s frost
May well be the last one
Winter is when the hard work happens
Clearing space for new things to grow
The pruning,
Preparing the soil,
Planting the seeds,
Watching and waiting
The winter of quietly waiting, dreaming and hoping
Is nearly over
The coldness of winter
Feels a lonely void
In the warmth of spring
New life grows
And fills the empty void
The seasons can’t be hurried
All one can do is prepare
And wait