Spring

Written By: R.H. Hope - Jun• 08•13
Winter’s first blush:
I see beautiful pure snow,
The softest flakes floating down,
I raise up my joyful arms,
To dance and twirl around.
.
Winter is new:
Cold flakes tingle on my tongue,
Shivers racing up my spine,
Your softness breaks my fall,
Your touch is so benign.
.
The snows piles up:
Your brilliant white blinds me
To secrets that you’ve buried.
I trudge through like concrete,
My gut is feeling wary.
.
Winter wears on:
I am struggling to stay warm,
To stay alive beneath your gloom,
I’m smothered by your blanket,
You will not let me bloom.
.
The sun comes out:
It tries to chase you away,
But you become an icy shard,
You dangle over my head,
And threaten to pierce my heart.
.
The spring arrives:
There’s nowhere for you to hide.
The sun’s rays fall all around,
Till you fade and melt away,
And my blooms rise from the ground.
.
.

You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.