Green shoots from the resting earth,
Pink and white signs of the future.
Small reminders of renewal after rest,
Hiding during dark and gloomy days.
Perhaps it's the strife and discontent,
Perhaps it's the angst of so many,
Whatever the reason,
Tiny signs, promises.
4 comments:
Your poem of spring signs has made the signs of approaching winter more real here - Your poem certainly made me reflect.
I love that poem. Thanks for sharing.
Promises, that's what I love about spring. You've captured that nicely in your poem. I hope conferences went well. Now you can rest.
I can almost smell sprin in the air when I read "Green shoots from the resting earth," Nice contrast with the strife and angst too!
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