"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, October 22, 2010

Spring to a Winter Heart

The melody of a feathered songstress
Floats on the sunshine
Bringing spring to a winter heart

Too many yesterdays had gathered
Causing snow to replace raven hair
Living more in memories than today

With the song of a tiny bird
Life begins to shine in dulled eyes
A smile breaking the ice of grief

Another season a gift not a burden
Looking at a beginning not an ending
Fragile hands joined with the strength of hope


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