Just when I despair that winter will never end,
within the house, signs of Spring!
Buds sheathed in rosy green,
warmed,
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.
2 comments:
I loved this poem. Thanks for sharing it. D.
Thank you for loving it! That is great to hear, Carol
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