By Sandra L. Wagaman

Cold and lonely is the vigil

While we wait for winter’s end.

 

Far beneath the snow so white

Hides the light of summer’s ghetto.

 

Hear my pleas

O nature’s glory

Curse the darkness of the hour.

 

Sing a song of love and passion

Ring the bells of youth victorious.

 

Warm my heart with smiles and laughter

Plant the seeds of springs’ delight.

 

Hush my soul, be ever patient

Like the night awaits dawn.

Gentle arms will soon embrace us

Lullabies will take us home.