Watching out to the southeast
from where the ice cold wind
keeps coming to our shores
I'm waiting for the spring
Watching out to the northwest
from where change should come
eventually in days ahead
I'm waiting for the spring
Watching out to the southwest
now the silent quarter
no mild breezes for now
I'm waiting for the spring
Watching out to the northeast
where the distant mountains loom
clad in icy wintery white
I'm waiting for the spring
Watching out as days lengthen
new life stirring, yet to come
buds folded tight on trees
Spring is coming eventually
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