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

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


The tiny sparrow
sings its winter song
to leafless trees.

It braves the snow
to announce a new day
and the hope spring
will soon bring its warmth.

Buried in blankets
of pessimism,
humanity grumbles
of cold feet and
winter will never end.

©Susie Clevenger


Brian Miller said...

love the contrast between the sparrow and humanity...and pessimism and complacency certainly have killed a many or at least kept them from singing...

The Laughing Housewife said...

He puts us in our place! What a bunch of whingers we humans are.

Susie Swanson said...

That little sparrow and you put me in a winter's mood.. Beautiful poem.

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