SprungA Poem by andpoems.comThe kindest and cruelest Time has sprung,
Hope’s snowdrop’s A thousand teardrops Pure white Beneath The unhinged woods. The crocus So bright sings: “It could be!” While in Winter’s Bite We’ve almost accepted An obscene long death, And nothing after. Before long, Daffodils sprout, Outrageous, disgraceful, Their shout Untainted by months of dirt And ice, Is innocence And all that shines. And so we sway To and fro Through life, Chucked about by seasons’ false guides, Yelling for the truth Only to find the horror, The delight Of mystery, And the power of Our own tiny Four-petalled flower. © 2014 andpoems.com |
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Added on March 29, 2014 Last Updated on March 29, 2014 Tags: nature poem, nature poems, spring poem, spring poems, nature poetry, spring poetry |