My dearest wife, it has been such a long winter,
Hard and bitter, draining the heart and soul of hope.
It has been doubly hard for you, so much sadness,
Almost too much to bear, with the illness of friends,
And frozen pipes, and the children's difficulties,
Such a long catalogue of woes, you look so tired,
New lines of care on your face, and fresh streaks of grey
Staining the golden beauty of your lovely hair.
I am bitterly aware of my shortcomings
As a husband, so often away, leaving you
To cope with the house alone, and worse, so distant
When I was there, preoccupied with my problems,
Barely listening to what you had to tell me.
But worse, my love, has been my thoughtless cruelty,
All too often snapping at you, and the children,
And even rejecting your loving advances,
Pushing you aside, to sob into your pillow,
No longer sure that I even loved you, fearing
I had found another, afraid of losing me.
But now that spring is here, I have made a solemn oath
To turn over a new leaf, and to give to you
All the devotion and love which I have withheld,
And which you so richly deserve, poor recompense
For your constancy and care, and your unswerving
Love and concern for me, which I have so coldly
Ignored in my cruel and heartless selfishness.
*****
Spring is here with its happy promise of new life,
Everywhere we look, new green shoots, the sound of birds
And the hum of bees pollinating the flowers,
Whose bright colours clothe the reawakening earth
With gladness, lifting our hearts in thankful prayer
For all the goodness and delight that are God's gift,
Simple things, and yet so much more than worldly goods.