On Faith Alone
While hidden deep from nature’s wrath,
waiting in disguise
Below the ground a season born,
its birthright undenied
As winter trees now bare their souls,
whose limbs reach out in pain
Tomorrow the most promised wish
—till spring comes back again
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment