Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Quatrain

Song For Spring

Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
biting, bitter cold; broken branches 
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere 
in particular articulate the miseries 
of winter's stranglehold. 

Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green 
shall conquer white and overcome 
its crushing hold when the crocus 
once reveals her lovely sheen!

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Jayachandran Chakrapany June 13, 2012 at 11:48 AM every seasons has its own beauty .but Spring is the queen of all seasons .it is the only season when nature becomes so happy and pleasant .you can share the depth of this happiness here in simple but so magical and catching lines .thank you for sharing this wonderful piece of writing .jk

Carol Eastman June 13, 2012 at 11:09 AM Your poem produced great images. You are very talented.

Josie Whitehead June 13, 2012 at 10:52 AM Absolutely lovely Keith, but I'm afraid that here in the UK we keep jumping from winter to summer, from summer to winter. We've just had such terrible weather and flooding - but those in the south were in a severe drought and were praying for rain - - - so they got it, it seems. It's been terrible. Your poem reminds me of what spring should be. Thank you.

Anne-Lise Andresen June 13, 2012 at 10:43 AM Sing a song to the Spring, and it will come to you with joy. - Very well written poem Keith. - oxox love Anne-Lise