Morning After Winter
The curtains fly apart at 6;
the sunlight that knocks on my window
is like bird wings, knocking on the glass pane,
which flutter like
the fluttering of eyelids whose time has come to unfurl,
unfurl like the petals of flowers reborn the morning after winter.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
