And in the dreariness
Just before spring
There comes a tiding
That heaven brings
A scent of fresh green
Mingled with a warm wind
A hint of flowers unseen
Beneath the warming earth
And as winter clutches
And grasps its last
Spring enters from the south
And stands steadfast
Ivy Schex
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coming-spring/
