Waiting for Spring

Patiently we wait through the cold.
Some days better than others.
The snows a blanket of white.
Waiting through the rain delays.
A longing lingers in our minds.
To see the perfect green grass,
under a bright sky of forever blue.
A small white sphere stitched in red,
captures our attention and respect.
As we wait for spring training,
and a loud voice that shouts
“Play ball!”

~Mark Schutter ©2015