Trust in Spring

For many years I learned
patience and endurance
from the drowsy trees;
when my land is locked
in frost and full of snow,
it is futile to weep;
the teardrops freeze,
the bark shrinks from the cold,
it cracks and bursts...
with every minute mounts
the blizzard; a fury
irate it tears off
what leaves remain;
the cold grips at the heart,
but they stand mutely;
like they, in silence,
I must bear my pain
and try to overcome it.
Just trust in Spring!
Its genius will spell
new warmth, new life.
In spring your soul
will be made well
for wondrous revelations.
Just trust in Spring!

copyright 2002 Michael Shcherba