Springtime by S. Anderson
The Disillusion of Snow
The Disillusion of Snow
A heavy blanket of snow
On the ground
Today, more is promised
Beneath the snow
Old wounds are healing
Dissolving into the earth
The limited moisture awaited
The year that is ending
Has been a hard one
As hard as a stone
Lodged beneath the heart
The morning silent
It is as if all life
Has gone underground
Like the bulbs in the garden
Healing happens out of sight
All waiting new life
Waiting for spring
The garden colorful
Bird song in the air
When winter is over
And spring comes
Will we remember
These last days of snow
December 28, 2018
9 comments:
Fine memories to have for snowy days. I like and respect snow having grown up with it. But I'm glad we don't have to mess with it here in the Texas Gulf Coastal area.
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I do love the promise of bulbs resting under the snow.
It is nice to think of spring readying itself beneath the snows of winter. A beautiful poem, my friend. This year is, indeed, like a stone lodged under the heart.
I love the promise of spring sleeping under the snow. The promise of hope and laughter after a hard year.
Thank you for your comment, Toni.
Oh, spring sleeps beneath winter in all its color...we need to keep its image when winter has chased us bleak.
Old wounds are healing (beneath that snow) love that and to think we can all have a renewed spring... sigh
Stopping by to wish you a very Happy New Year, Annell.
Oh, thank you Kerry!! And may this year be the very best for you!!
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