The Waiting Time

The Waiting Time

~Garnett 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.