Mar 18, 2022 14:10
Early Spring blinks north,
lifts her dress like a broken wing
still weary from winter.
Cold skies and colder ground
mount the weeping stars
with limbs too weak for flight
Snow shrinks in fright,
as flakes too frail to fall
give birth like a barren bird.
Hovering on horizon's edge,
foggy pond fades from desolate view,
the tangled path unfolds.
Hope brings its misty dew in twilight.
the world lifts its thirsty hands,
like an empty barrel waiting for rain.
poem by me
my poems,
poems,
winter and spring