It's Spring-
Wafting music
And fragrance
In the warm air.
Only on the outside.
I wait, like the
Selfish Giant,
for Spring to visit-
My heart;
I wait, for the
Benediction of
A loving thought
that I know
will come.
I'll wait;
For Spring
will not deny me.
Cannot.
For,
I believe.
Usha,16 February, '08
Usha Pisharody
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belief-22/
