Spring Will Come

Spring Will Come

Under a grey winter sky

I pause while passing by

Dryness bares its fangs

On a bare thread hangs

Leaves desperate to hang on

Down below the grounds beckon.

For a moment a little doubt

Would new leaves sprout? 

From surround serene and calm

I hear the winds hum

No doubt the spring will come. 

Pradip Chattopadhyay

The indexing competition must be over because I am blogging a lot more now.

I found this poem and I like it. I feel like it's describing my life. One of my favorite people, Bro. C., told me long ago that spring will come after winter. It's true. Everything seems so dead and lifeless right now but spring always comes.