Oh, dreamed
of spring,
but whisper
to me
the possibility
of your return,
so that this cold
does not my
chilled heart
splinter,
and I might yet
survive
this deep
and dreary
winter.
- mce
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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A Spring Branch
ReplyDeleteThe branch,
it speaks of greenery
and nesting egg,
while the gentle breeze whispers
of warmer days.
So too there is hope
for a heart,
frayed and worn
through the season
of changes.
Regenerating
bit by tiny bit,
the cycles of life
carve their lines
around the core
of simply being-
and life anew.
Very nice! I love it when someone writes a poem back to me.
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