Winter's End

Simply a piece on the arrival of spring, or is it? I do hope you enjoy it.

Distant sounds of chirping birds,
over damp fields of growing grass,
as trees which the wind has stirred,
stand naked on the overpass,

a lonesome ray breaks through gray clouds,
and sheds its light on newfound life;
to plants and flowers it endows,
the gift for them to proudly rise.

In misty vales an echoed cry,
endlessly yearning for clear blue skies;
like younglings hatched by a mother thrush
- the atmosphere created so vibrantly lush.

At break of day, this dawn of time
- gently, barely just a chime;
listen, hear our mother sing:
"It's here! It's here! The time of Spring". 

               

                                                     - Gabriel Gustafsson, 2nd of January 2016. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

aww love this one. It flows with beautiful rhyme scheme throughout the poem...

At break of day, this dawn of time
- gently, barely just a chime;
listen, hear our mother sing:
"It's here! It's here! The time of Spring".

Stunning piece!!! thanks for sharing,
maria

[Poetry97]

Thanks for reading another piece of mine! Your feedback means a great deal, and so does these kind words of yours. Best wishes.