On the Doorstep of Spring
I hear a rustle-
A quiet struggle
As emotions entangle.
The wind stirs it
Out from my bosom-
Love in one gust,
Wrath in another!
A tussle.
A ruffle.
A shuffle.
Quiet again!
The cold wind blows
Against the warmth of sun.
The warm sun soothes
Against the cold of wind.
Passion in one whiff,
Ache in another!
Loud and quiet,
Quiet and loud.
Off the branch of memories
Fall the wilted browns;
Bare, bruised trees
Brave the wind.
A clump.
A lump.
A dump…
On the doorstep of spring!
Copyright © Harpreet Kaur | Year Posted 2015
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