Walking through a Park in Winter, a poem

Where I live, sometimes winter can masquerade as early spring.  We find warmer days, and sometimes new growth, only to be held once again in winter’s embrace once the snow blows in again.  It never stays for long, so we linger there, between the two seasons… waiting.

walking

The grass was a little greener, less peaked

the sky was the truest shade of blue.

A gentle wind blew

and silhouettes stood in the distance,

kite strings held close

and I could see in their smiles –

they wished to fly too.

The clouds beckoned, for dreamy stare

and dogs barked in the distance

as we walked,

laughing, holding hands

and today was a lot like

yesterday in spring,

when the world once again

awoke from gentle slumber.

This moment

has finally awaken

that gentle song within my heart,

but I know it won’t be long

before snow dances across the landscape

and I only wish that winter’s rest

would quicken.

It has been such a silent,

lingering sleep,

cold breath upon the window

where I etch out my time

waiting for nature’s chance to sing

so that I may again listen.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: quicken

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. allylmare says:

    Beautifully written! 😀

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      1. allylmare says:

        Much welcome. 😀

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  2. Very elegantly expressed! Beautiful! : )

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      So glad you liked it. Thank you!

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