Breathing spring

For those who have suffered at the hand of winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winter died screaming,

gripping its bed in madness;

cold, mocking, scornful

raging as it ripped the sheets of spring…

 

Now soft prayers of lilies

mourn its bitter passing

with a fragrance of anise and jasmine,

as gentle breezes dance in daylight…

She stands at winter’s grave

with indigo forget-me-nots;

a smile dancing there, breathing spring,

feeling softer slumbers lull her eyes.

 

Reviews

[Sunni Davis]

You've portrayed the winter-to-spring transition very uniquely. One of the most fascinating events in nature is witnessing winter's harshness become spring's gentleness. Great poem!

[OT]

very nice!! the bells of spring are chiming! for you probably sooner than us ha!

[emmajoy]

Beautiful .. and, the format, colour and all is just perfect. Particularly 'purred' at: ' a smile dancing there, breathing spring, '