Remembered Spring

There is cold. There is ice. There is darkness.
The great golden ball does not share its warmth.
It brings no relief to this frozen mantle.
Yet, no tears can be shed,
Only splintered crystals of ice.
"Water..".hoarsely the plants whisper, "Water...
But there is no water to quench their feverish thirst.
Every drop is locked in the icy earth.
The roots of trees scrape against the cold mass,
As freezing winds whip ice-shrouded branches,
For Winter is upon us,
And there is only the memory of spring:

Spring, when the sun
Consoles the drear earth.
Spring, when its radiant rays
Warm the swelling buds.
Spring when the melting earth
Suckles the hungry seedlings.

Spring, when a Savior stepped forth,
From the blackness of the tomb,
To walk again among the flowers
and the tender grass,
And to bring comfort, to a weary world.