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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Persistent Spring

Just when I despair that winter will never end,
within the house, signs of Spring!

Buds sheathed in rosy green,
sipping the light of these longer days,
quenching their winter-deep thirst.

Blooms bursting joy,
ripe with sun dust,
petals translucent flesh.

And everywhere
Spring throbbing in the veins.


Anonymous said...

I loved this poem. Thanks for sharing it. D.

Carol Steel said...

Thank you for loving it! That is great to hear, Carol