Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Poem: Fresh

Fresh

Winter’s gray shows signs of lifting;
New life pauses to reflect
Upon a thaw of hope;
And the color returns.
Promise opens wide her petals
Toward strengthening sun
Whose warmth feeds the soul.

Let this not be false;
Allow sustenance;
Don’t grow cold again.

For I have put aside
All sweaters, gloves and heavy coats.

Copyright SGW 2009

3 comments:

Poetikat said...

"Whose warmth feeds the soul" It does indeed!

Lovely Spring piece, Scott.

Kat

Roberta Rahmer said...

Nice,
two fav lines:
Promise opens wide her petals
&
For I have put aside
All sweaters, gloves and heavy coats.

paisley said...

i share your prayer...