Feet tread across swelling
grass
Nose misting gentle breeze
Trees seed in hope of life
Cool nights hold to its
dreams
Sunshine warms water deep
Sound of light wakes your
sleep
Spinning winds shake your
soul
Birds sing of things yet told
Youth no thought to things
around
Ancient lives will never
keep
The dead below shall always
rest
Tomorrow is just another
day
6 comments:
Love that line "Birds sing of things yet told"
Oh, yes, Spring is in our hearts (if not in our gardens!!) :)
Lynn
and will the birds ever tell?
Talon
So very very true
it is not a date
a time man sets
a speak on the wall
it’s in our hearts
our minds, our souls
it comes before and after
our fall (LOL)
Wow. I love that you're writing again. There's something soft about this poem. I loved the first line. It made me think of the times I've walked barefoot in grass:~)
Happy day to you!
Sara
Soft you say
of spring and dew
of grass green toes
and losted right shoe
the fear of death
that few might see
the youth won't look
yet it will someday be
Today I spied a patch of moss
starting to green below dead grass.
It won't be long for
Warmth to brighten our hearts-
N take away the dreary
Way of winter.
In the spring,
we can find
the loved one's
Headstone
Once more
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