In The Room Poem by Paul Reed

The withering wind blows clean from the Pole
But unable the sunlight to trounce,
The Spring, once again will make us whole
As shivering crocuses announce;

And, although we wrap warm and huddle in groups
We feel the change in the air
Although we drink hot coffee and soups
We can feel that it is there;

A lifting of mood, a sensing of hope
A feeling that good days are near
A reassurance that we can finally cope
And banish the Winter's fear;

And all that is left of times that have gone
Is a darkened memory of gloom
For even with his hat and coat on
Spring has joined us in the room.