At times I feel that I cannot last
Until this current winter has passed
There are no plans that I wish to make
No celebrations or birthday cake
No special outings or travel plans
Or any trips to some foreign lands
I’d rather stay here close to my home
Then venture out or decide to roam.
Now as I trek to the local store
I may find just what I’m searching for
There is a chance if I’m very good
That somewhere near in my neighborhood
Perhaps one corner under some tree
Popping through snow as bold as can be
One tiny crocus will rear its head
Promising all that hope is not dead !
