Infinite Black Night

Beauty in the present without rushing towards the future, sometimes something so difficult for me to do...  

The air is cold and thin.  The grey trees bare, with featherlike branches beginning to bud.  The birds sing. The lambs dance and  the rivers rage…
The green velvet earth is absolutely sodden and begging for mercy.  I hear it, the fine tuning of Earth’s Orchestra, exploding with life behind sealed curtains.  I can’t help it,  I am so ready to dance...  
Sometimes in my impatience for the rising of spring’s day long sun, bearing her hours of dance,  I forget to look at the deep wonder of the dark winter sky and her lace of pearls and stars hanging in winter’s infinite black night…
Spring fine tunes her life’s symphony, still backstage of winter’s performance. She whispers,  she humms and she tells me...

“Sometimes in the hurry to see the morning’s sun, we have forgetten to look at the gifts in the nightime’s sky” 
And so I tap my feet, patiently waiting and admiring winter’s perfectly set stage…spring is the next performance.