Sheila B. Roark

Spring's On the Way

Sleeping trees and flowers
know that the time is nigh
when spring will come back once again
as quiet as a sigh.

The world awaits the colors
that always come with spring,
along with all the dulcet tones
the many song birds sing.

It is a time of joyful hope
that fills the world with glee,
as new life takes its proper place
with unbound energy.

We know it will be very soon
for spring to come once more
replenishing the now sleeping earth
the way it's done before.


Dance of the Flakes

Gently they start to fall
floating gracefully on the air
performing slow pirouettes
on their way to meet the earth.

These crystal flakes fall rhythmically
as they ride upon the winter air,
then gently land on sleeping trees
covering them with furry coats of white.

As time goes by the flakes increase
changing their slow hypnotic dance
into a swirling blinding reel
covering the world in a deep blanket of white.

When the dance is over
the world is calm and silent
muted by the fallen snow
that rests after performing its dance of beauty.

{Poetry by Sheila B. Roark}