Glad to hear it. Much in the news. Be well. ~S~-allets
Mother Winter
Daughter Spring
Mother Winter has white hair.
She moves slowly.
Makes everyone hush and sleep.
In soft blankets of flakes.
Can blow cold windy truths.
But also gently send nourishing snow.
Without her, Daughter Spring cannot grow.
Daughter Spring
Gently blossoms
Seemingly dull seeds
Peek open the cheery beauty
She laughs as the brook
Bursts radiant smiles as the daffodils
Slipping through Mother Winter's hugs
She is eternal maidenhood.-AngryLaughter
"Peek open the cheery beauty" Last spring Jason put out a call for a return to beauty in poetry. This does that. thanks for the share/response.-allets
Drop by drop, icicles melt, as winter slowly turns to spring.-saiom
Sacrificially, wielding his body scepter,
the icicle, winter king,
slowly drip drips away
ordaining winter turn to spring.-saiom
What was that? I heard
the familiar tat tat tap tat.
It woke me as I nestled
warm as snug in a comforter
against the chill.
.
There it is again. Pat pit pit
as hot slippered feet push
away the habitual night
hibernation , warm
knuckled hands wanders
absently to each eye's corner
and shovels out dreams.
.
Again! The head tilts
to listen and confirm. Chit
chip chit chit. I shiver off
the less crisp coolness
of the winter room
and, old memories
fill midnight void.
.
The first thought thaws
and I smile leaning a dry
nose against the sweated
window to watch the last
snowflake
walking across
the front porch.-allets
Beautiful Lady A!-Beavis
Yes it is a beautiful poem... and the last line is delightful-saiom
Ya wecum - where's everybody? - like me - vanishing into reality.-allets
Emerging from reality to say: all the above poems are amazing! Such a talented bunch here.
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Snowflakes walking across the porch. I'm so in love with that.-patriciajj
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