Living for the Spring

His hush voice scrapes across pebbled snow...

The weathered misfit wanders frosted grounds,

His ebony eyes show tired years.

From graveyards passing with dampened mounds,

Shadows beckon, their voices sneer.

The misfit, his feet were stained blue with cold,

Bruised cheeks stony and raw.

His face, forgotten by time had grown old,

But no one noticed, no one saw.

Not a sign had years of solemn trekking left

Save soft indents, echoed sighs.

Groaning winds swoon from narrow clefts,

And deeper sighs the misfit, in reply.

The misfit lives for the springs and summers,

When silken clouds frame the sky.

His mind rests among such blissful slumber,

Where lush grass scatter seeds of rye.

His hushed voice scrapes across pebbled snow,

His damaged lungs take aching gasps.

His wintry breath comes out in gusts so slow, 

Yet to the springs and summers the misfit tightly clasps...

Author's Note

Personal best i think :)

Reviews

[Hoosier Belle]

I really enjoyed this write, thought it was deep.

[paul]

great pictures. great quote

'weathered misfit' -great too.

very skilled write

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a very nice write. It was also interesting. I felt the emotions that he felt because I could feel emotions. I loved the misfit he was awesome. I liked the title to it and I liked the poem in general. Very well constructed pieces. Great job. Thanks for sharing.

[An owl on the moon]

I've played the misfit so long I cheered him on here.. living for the springs and summers.. yes... There is a joy in the journey, and none better than the bright brilliance of a warm sunny day...

[Annie N.]

alternative suggestions for a title? because I really do not like the one I have...

[stars are far]

:) very nice (:
keep goin