Worth Waiting For

The snow curls up its toes and retreats,

inch by inch, from the decks and gardens and driveway.

Buds push their way out of reluctant branches,

rebelling against the frigid night-time temperatures.

Turkey vultures soar overhead on invisible thermals –

one, then two, now four, no – six.

Warblers and wrens and a wood thrush

serenade the forest with their lilting song

while the squirrels – black and grey and red –

scurry to and fro, searching for food

and building nests from last autumn’s leftover leaves.

The cottontail rabbits and the fox,

the white tailed deer and the contemptible mole

leave tracks and trails in the melting snow,

and through the mud of my burgeoning garden.

A sky bluer than I’ve ever seen –

with nary a wisp of cloud visible in its broad expanse –

wraps itself around the forest, the fields, the countryside,

its brilliance a testament to Nature’s glory

and the promise of what’s to come.

My patience has finally paid off –

spring is just around the corner.

The Daily Prompt for today (March 18) was patience; poem ©by Margo Karolyi … The Other Side of 55