The Waiting Time
The Waiting TimeGarnett Ann Schultz
Winter isn't only cold
Nor only snow and ice;
Winter has so many things
So very dear and nice.
It isn't just the nippy air
Or frost upon the pane;
Winter is a treasured time
To thrill our heart again.
Winter isn't only depths
Of whiteness everywhere,
Nor is it just the frozen earth,
The fields so lone and bare,
The little brook so quiet now,
The birds that do not sing;
And yet the winter holds a charm,
A true and wondrous thing.
Winter is the prophecy
Of warmth that soon shall be,
The promise of the springtime sun,
A budding April tree,
A hush, a solitude, we know,
A dream of joys to come;
Winter is the waiting time
Before the springtime sun.
my basket of wool next to my rocker, drop spindles waiting to be used.
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