I will not write this poem
I will simply share it for you to see
A quill
16 Sunday Aug 2020
Posted Nature, Photographs, Poetry, Ponderings, possibilities, potential, seasons, Starting Points, Whimsy
in27 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted Free Verse, Nature, Poetry, seasons
inTags
Winter’s last gasps
As it tries in vain to stay
Shedding white in spastic throes
Refusing to give up just yet
As it attempts to blanket
All signs of springtime
Knowing
It will fail
Once more
27 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted Free Verse, Nature, Poetry, seasons
inSo Winter and Spring
they danced up a storm,
Paso Doble that filled up the skies.
With whiteness and rain
and spring-summer tease,
swirls and flourishes to the wind cries.
They couldn’t agree
who should take the lead,
so in waves snow and rain left traces.
First the cold, then warmth
(as they flirted and flounced) –
both thinking to fill up the spaces.