The winter rose
To be a winter rose,
lying dormant
through the cold, dark times.
Waiting patiently
quietly, slowly growing
in unseen, unnoticed ways.
Knowing,
when the light arrives
my bloom will open.
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great poem!
Raskin, This is how i feel right about now living in New England. Leaving behind the dark days of winter and then the spring approaching! Sun!!! Natures medicine!
Good one Raskin!
Linda
I know
it felt as though the white season would never end it had such a grip, but today I was out in my garden enjoying myself. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. raskin
Amazing....
what a little sunshine, and getting your hands into the cold, wet earth can do for a person!
enjoy!
Linda
Wow, very nice poem Very
Wow, very nice poem Very strong effect on the reader.
"If you can control your words, you can control the world" - John Melikyan
very beautifully done, raskin
Each word is carefully chosen and enhances the beauty of your poem. All of us wait for our winters to end - it just takes longer for some than for others. But beauty will be born. Thanks for this lovely poem!
joyce