Ripples

Tree-tops bend beneath a bottomless sky
winds of change carry along seeds of hope
of a newly planted day

Ripples in the pond multiply with each drop
of what carries us forth away from the same
when one lost their way

Chirps of a winters trip come to an end
eyes glimmer knowing you're not far behind
as the kettle blows

Sending echoes across valleys of the living
where souls go to rest when night are cold
but nobody knows

Seamless the seeds sprout life anew
Reuniting lengthened days ever true
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Chircop Avatar
March 2, 2017 at 9:32 AM
I can feel the wind of change here from Winter to Spring..From ripples that separates to seeds that give life again on land...Nobody knows when nights are cold where those souls rest..But life will renew again..This touched me both in the real life..and somehow even in a spiritjal way..That Garden of flowers to follow after our seeds are planted...Soemhow made me think of afterlife..or a new better love life.A fave.
Vaso Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 9:38 PM
Beautiful, I would imagine you must be looking forward to walking among all the spring time flowers soon!
Green Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 4:52 PM
Seems everyone below has felt the arrival or anticipation of spring in your poem and I too felt that but I also feel there is a deeper message laced within your words. Nicely done Tim.
Manassian Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 4:43 PM
:) joyful feelings...hope renewed. Beautiful to know that seeds will sprout and life will spring anew. Thank you for your visit to my write, dear.
Chansarkar Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 1:32 PM
Yes, its just around the corner,waiting!
Andresen Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 1:25 PM
- Lovely poem, Tim :) - Longing for spring - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Ella Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 1:12 PM
Winter is still blowing here but your words remind me of a new spring arriving <3
White Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 12:53 PM
A wild and stormy wet day, but it carries spring with it too. I love this.
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