Everything Is In Front Of Us Poem by Paul Reed

Not one ounce has been weighed
On nature's scale of spring
The trees stand stark and bare
The lark is yet to sing
And though it seems winter's grip
Has been designed without an end
Everything is in front of us
Just around the bend;

Not one day in March
Off the calendar has been crossed
The borders lie colourless
The grass entombed in frost,
But though we read this winter tale
With the last chapter not in view
Everything is in front of us
Every day, every sky so blue;

Not one hopeful dance
Has been danced with steps in thrill
Whose bound was warmed with sunshine
Brightened by the yellow daffodil,
Not one sunny afternoon has lazed
Whilst watching sparkling brooks at play
Everything is in front of us
Every joy, every happy day