In Fallen Snow I See the Coming of the Spring
In fallen snow I see the coming of
the Spring. Through branches bare in Winter's grip
I hear the gentle cooing of the dove
and taste the flowers' nectar that bees sip
On icy roads too slippery to pass
or bridges treacherous to even dare
I spot a blade or two of hardy grass
and stubborn moss for which I say a prayer
In January hope seems frozen stiff
but February sees a spell of rain
Come March the sun can even bring a whiff
of hyacinth or lily in the plain...
So bundle up in Sunshine's latest style
for Spring's now thawing 'neath your frozen smile
Iambic Pentameter
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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