The Dawning of Spring
A Poem by Bailey Coleman
When you close your eyes Does it feel like winter or spring? When you feel the wind in your hair and the sun on your skin Is the warmth coming or going?
And when you wake in the morning And see the light peeking through the window Do you see the golden glow of spring Or the dull sky of winter?
And when you are driving toward the sun at the end of the day And the colors melt from bright blue to pink to orange to violet Is it the sunset you see Or is it the end of daylight?
I know that you feel the cold on more than your skin And it aches deep into your bones I know you think the night is too long and the skies are too grey, And all around you seems dead, And grief is great when the darkness falls,
But with every passing day the sun is in the sky longer And the sky grows a little bluer. The same wind that brought with it snow and bitter cold Is carrying on its wings warmer days
Somewhere in the new spring skies The swallow is returning to her home with joyous cries. Somewhere along a mountainside Snow melts and gives way to green grass And the fawn comes out to drink in the early hours
And as you look, What once was dead and burdened Is bearing green buds again And the eyes you have not seen in months Are staring into yours Full of wonder and curiosity and welcome.
There is a sound snow makes as it falls. It is a silence that is more than silence, A silence that calls in the darkness of night. And perhaps it changed too quickly, Autumn one day and winter the next, But you will soon wake up And the rose bush will be blooming Or there will suddenly be bluebonnets and prairie-fire By the roadside as you drive.
Every year the world descends into darkness And the air grows colder each day The sun refuses to shine and warm the ground But every year the geese fly overhead And the monarch butterflies dance across the sky And the world begins to wake up from her long sleep.
The earth is coming back to life For the winter cannot last forever. Spring is dawning.