Spring is Lost, a poem

 

 

winterspring

Spring is lost, it seems
poor withering soul
she trembles somewhere
barefoot and homeless
out in the cold
for winter lay her blanket
across the paths and ways.
Her winds did blow
and Spring left quickly
no footprints in the snow
but you see her traces
in buds upon the trees,
now weighed down
by winter’s burden
you see her traces
in shoots, once bursting
through the ground
green with life
they hide somewhere
beneath the snow
trembling in the cold
you can see their dark shadows
hunched over in the gardens
and they silently wait for Spring
to find her way home.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

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