The sun is shedding its winter veil
And clouds are melting in the warmer air.
Birds will fly back on their yearly trail
When trees are adorned in summer flair
Yet my world is still trapped in winter’s gloom
Bare branches point heavenward as if in prayer
Wild flowers are waiting in their buds to bloom
Because spring cannot come until you're there
2 comments:
Hello,
Hope spring has finally sprung. Been browsing through "Rhythms". Truly amazing!
Beautiful! Your poetry reminds me of something between Shakespeare and Rumi. Not that you should be boxed. Hope you keep finding the inspiration to write.
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