My Poetry

ahh spring

it comes with
cold fingers

icy slushy
snow filled days
dark rainy drops
down the back
of your neck

clouds instead
of sun

stepping out
cold and dark
to land
in a sunken mess
of grass and sog

deep dark
creeping wet
burrows into

how is this
in your mind
it is

winter behind you
summer ahead
ahh spring

~ Kate

2 thoughts on “My Poetry

    • Thank you. I’ve been dreaming of spring so much and then was recalling really how cold and miserable spring can be, but so very welcome too. 🙂

      Good and healing thoughts to you.



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