In Time
Whispering breezes hum a song
Asking the birds to sing along
Nodding, the trees take up the dance
Tipping far this way, oh, then that
Together they sing—the birds, the breeze
Only for me, sometimes it seems
Laughing, they know the song they sing
Is a tuneless tune, the sigh of Spring
Venturing its way from tree to tree
Echoing away, away from me
this is how poetry speaks
ReplyDeleteYes Christoffer, bring spring to writing. It's time for winter to be over and I could use some spring. This is goodness.
ReplyDeleteDon says, "That's professional"!
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