Seasons Promise
Trees stand silently and bare
Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
Desolate landscapes bare the scars of winter's sting
And hardly a creature utters a sound
Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring
Days are bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles hang from window sills
And hardly a creature utters a sound
As life stands still in winter's chill
Those sunny days are hard to find
While icicles hang from window sills
Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though sunny days are hard to find
As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees stand silently and bare
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
~~
Written on: 11/11/ 2012
Contest Judged On: 4/30/16
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012
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