"None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm" ~ Henry David Thoreau
little pieces of spring
lie seeded in my winter
i will bloom in frost
i stopped counting all
the yesterdays behind me
they cluttered today
the gold in silver
is thumbing my nose at can’t
while proving I can
©Susie Clevenger 2013
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"little pieces of spring
lie seeded in my winter"
lie seeded in my winter
i will bloom in frost
Funny enough! Remnants of one's efforts lingers on in trying circumstances. But they could still bring goodness in harsh conditions. Great observation Susie!
Hank
K
I like the third verse the best, the cluttering counting (of) all the yesterdays. Partly because litterally I tend to clutter and also because I can barely remember yesterdays anymore.
I may be older than your poet soulmate.
Sorry I'm so late in coming here from the Monday Toads. I posted late also.
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