Poet’s Corner: The Promise of Spring

The Promise of Spring

By Norm Olson, Nikiski

That morning, yes that morning when

The sun in its golden-gray cast

Rose differently this day than the last

And promised, yes promised again.

The matted and dark-covered ground

Of old snow and ice piled high,

In the shadows of that bright dawning sky,

With drip, drip, drip now the sound.

A billowy white cloud floated near

And a final snowflake plummeted down

But nowhere was it to be found

Now just a drop washing earth as a tear.