© 2015 Barbara Grace Lake
When Spring returns green
fingers stretch toward the sun
Roses bud in warmth
Under passing clouds
Small nestlings dance of hunger
Breezes sing in crown
Dressed in crimson gold
I take my leave from Summer
Snow geese pattern sky
I brave grim Winter’s
Icy kisses frozen touch
Red snow flowers bloom
November 4, 2016 at 8:47 pm
That’s lovely, Barbara.
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November 4, 2016 at 9:03 pm
Thank you so much, Aodhan!
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