Not that winter seemed so long, -
We were content together, -
Our home was warm with love, it could
Withstand the fiercest weather.
Yet sometimes we would speak of Spring,
Anticipate the greening
On all the views we loved so well,
Now touched with greater meaning.
Today I walk in early Spring
As memories come welling . . .
And oh, to see a crocus bloom
And you not here for telling!
by Lee Avery Reed