Breathing spring

Breathing spring

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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For those who have suffered at the hand of winter

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Winter died screaming,

gripping its bed in madness;

cold, mocking, scornful

raging as it ripped the sheets of spring…

 

Now soft prayers of lilies

mourn its bitter passing

with a fragrance of anise and jasmine,

as gentle breezes dance in daylight…


She stands at winter’s grave

with indigo forget-me-nots;

a smile dancing there, breathing spring,

feeling softer slumbers lull her eyes.



 

© 2011 An owl on the moon


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Great vivid imagery of the cruel violent winter becoming a softer gentler spring. Great job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the subtle humor and the metaphor- thanks for the smile this morning. She really is trying to hold on tight this year, isn't she?

Posted 13 Years Ago


RIP winter... time for spirng to be reborn again... a very nice eulogy.

Posted 13 Years Ago


filled with hope and joy...what's gone can't be undone...finding happiness in what's to come....a wonderfully positive piece...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very emotive work about the passing of winter and the welcoming of spring..Greatly enjoyed as I am absorbing the early flowers, budding and also blooming of trees...Thanks for stopping by, reading, and kind review of my work..Someday maybe I can create as lovely one as you..Sara

Posted 13 Years Ago


The hope of spring is right around the corner. You penned this feeling well in your poem.. Your write with such beauty and magic. :) xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is vivid and warm. I like this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Fantastic words and images describing the changing of the seasons. This is great!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Winter is coming to an end here, YEA!!! beautiful words that makes me have spring fever!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Winter died screaming,
gripping its bed in madness;
cold, mocking, scornful
raging as it ripped the sheets of spring…

The above verse has such a violent voice, and then the reader is soothed with spring's voice. I enjoyed this much! Kudos...



Posted 13 Years Ago



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