Get Your Premium Membership

Spring Plight

My poppies are still alive! Beneath the weight of the winter sleep the snow built up to 3 feet deep they kept their leaves in slumber green and waited for spring with a shiver The ice is slow to melt this year My desire is quicker and sends me out I pull out soil and extra pots and clean out the autumn's leaves. I'm pushing the weather with determination to send out the sun strong to force creation I yearn for the days being long with elation as the blooms bellow forth that it's spring As usual I'm just an impatient girl I mirror the poppies alive under ice A season of red soaring unthaw would suffice to shake myself free of this winter. I'll open the windows on all of my hopes and spring clean my thoughts to a shine I may be peeling off icicles yet but the spring time is about to be mine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.