The Last Breath of Winter
The cold bites deep in its dying throes.
The warmth of Spring bides, like a faithful lover,
its time, and we are in between
the last hours of the frost
and tomorrow's hope--another face to smile for
and say goodbye to. The only constant
is the flower reaching through the ice
for one more moment in the lengthening days:
the sun its only sacrament,
its only root dug into the frozen earth.
Published by dormetheus
I am currently finishing up my MA in Creative Writing/Lit at Missouri State University. My poetic work has an erotic edge with an abstract and intuitive sense of metaphor and a strong bend toward symbolic im... View profile
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12 Comments
Post a Commentvery nice.
Beautiful poem and love the flow of it, nicely done!!!!
Yea! Springtime.
Hm. Still waiting for the snow to melt.
Good poem. :)
Great poem
can't wait for spring!
Good job! Spring is my favorite season for many reasons.
Oh please please let it be soon!!
I LOVE nature poetry about the seasons! Have you seen my latest:Brother Sun, Sister Moon?