Gray waiting winter hovers low, tucking the cold earth tight beneath cloud covers till spring flings them back, leaping from its rest, and shaking winter’s hold.
Tag: seasonal poem
Spring’s Reprise
The first lines of this poem came to me as I was driving home in the evening and saw a lone white tree flowering in the woods near the highway's edge. "Spring's Reprise" The wild fruit trees are white with spring;The redbuds are empurplingThe brown and green and grayOf winter’s gentle passing away. Spring but …
