Winter poem

WINTER IS WAITING
NO
WHAT I MEAN TO SAY
IS THAT
WINTER IS
A TIME PERIOD/SEASON
OF WAITING

SO
DO WE WAIT IN SORROW OR REGRET
OF YESTERDAY
OF WHAT WAS OR WASN'T
OR COULD HAVE BEEN

DO WE WAIT IN FEAR OR DREAD
OF THE UNKNOWN
UNANTICIPATED
UNEXPECTED

OR
DO WE RISE UP
ON TIPPY TOES
FACES TILTED
IN PLEASANT ANTICIPATION
WHILE READING SEED CATALOGS
RIGHT ALONG WITH SACRED SCRIPTURES

COUNTING ON
BANKING ON
RENEWAL
RESURRECTION

IRIS AND DAFFODILS KNOW
THEY HAVE NO FEAR
OR REGRETS
SPENDING WINTER
SNUG
SECURE IN LEISURELY ASSURANCE
THAT ALL IS WELL

AND ALL
SHALL SURELY
BE WELL