Spirits
weary of gray skies
pull
their curtains at sunrise
hoping
the wool will be pried
from
fists of cold enterprise.
Somewhere
on a robin’s wing
there
must be feathers of spring
strong
enough to break the strings
that
bind us to mourning’s ring.
Wildflowers
bloom their welcome
in
greening fields to beckon
winter
to cease rebellion
of
bare trees and ice bedlam.
Real Toads ~ Fussy Little Forms ~ Tanaga
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Poetry Pantry ~ #394
Comments
This form IS really difficult. So hard to make those tight rhymes not sound trite. Yikes!
Good job with it, and sending love always xo
from fists of cold enterprise..."
..
ZQ
in greening fields to beckon
winter to cease rebellion
of bare trees and ice bedlam.
Beauty of spring very well expressed in full anticipation
Hank
from fists of cold enterprise.... lovely imagery!
Out Autumn will come too soon.
I dream of an endless Summer