Soft Spring

SOFT SPRING

Soft Spring that doesn't know
         when winter's gone,
Or maybe hopes to wake again
         before her time.
But still she comes
         and smiles;
I know because of inner hope refreshed.

I feel a warmth
         - soft, silly smiles within my head.
Snow blankets gone and heavy lay no more.
         Winter knows it's end.
If I should die in spring,
         no harm to lie
         in greening pastures,
there to sleep
         -forever.