Whisperings of Spring

By Charlotte May Hutchins

Honorable Mention

Snow was everywhere

And everywhere

Was silence

Until the sun spoke

Of the whisperings

Of spring.

The softened snow

Trickled onto the

Still-frozen stream

And the silence melted.

Darkness was everywhere

And everywhere

Was silence

Until the Son spoke

Of the whisperings

Of hope.

The Savior’s love

Distilled onto the

Garden where He knelt

And the silence gave way to spring.