Winter tree,
your skeleton
of bare brown branches,
unadorned,
looks lifeless,
yet you are only waiting
for the cycle
of buds and blossoms
and soft
spring rain.
You're like a winter heart,
furled tight and
frozen against the pain,
that is finally
blessed by sunlight,
and blooms
again.
I love the hope that comes in with the soft spring rain.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reminding me
Yola
Methinks unless it's a snow bird, we're all eager for spring. I know we are here. Can't come soon enough for me, for sure. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, I too am thinking of spring ~
ReplyDeleteLovely words ~
Never mind spring, I wrote about summer today. LOL
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your words to the winter tree.
K
ah it's been such a mild winter, and still i await that unfurling.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem of winter..the grass is greening where I live and I welcome spring
ReplyDeleteSome winters I feel like the tree you describe. It's been a fairly mild winter here so far, though. I'm not frozen yet!
ReplyDeleteYes... spring has a way of forgiving winter of its woes.
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