Spring

So long I’ve lived in what seems a perpetual winter.
No snowy days to gaze upon in delight.
No warm fires to keep the Frost at bay.
Gray, winter days.
I knew one day it would be over,
either by freeze or by a sudden spring.
One day I looked out in a daze, expecting monotony,
but there it was: my spring.
Just across the way, mere paces.
But I was wary, I knew all too well.
One step. Maybe two or three.
No more than that, I didn’t dare.
I kept the Frost within reach.
Just to feel its burn, a reminder:
If the spring went away, the cold would be back.
I basked in warmth and new life,
breathed the air in all its delight.
There it is: Frost returning.
My spring is over, it belongs to another now.
Just a taste I was given and just a taste I’ll take,
a short reprieve for hope’s sake.
The wait continues once again.
For my spring that never ends.