By Abigail C. Ham
Hot inside, cold on the outside,
The wind tugs as I try to bundle tight;
Freezing air plays from side to side.
I try to keep warm with all my might.
I look across our frozen yard,
And finally see a treasure.
Carefully hiding as I peer hard,
Its beauty has no measure.
I quickly step into the yard to get a better view,
And the frozen grass goes crunch
Underneath my shoe.
Now that I’m closer I see it all came true.
A sign of new hope in this frozen place:
It comes in sparkling bloom.
The winter air stings my face
As I step toward the small growing tower.
And I feel the snug air’s freezing embrace,
As I see the first new flower.
My eyes dance with wild joy,
As I see the color it brings.
As it looks at me, smug and coy,
I know it will soon be spring.