singing out
beneath our courtyard
sleeping tulip dream soliloquy
sweet tubers huddled fast
warmed by yellow daffodils
grasping cragwalls cloaked in twinkling
nature’s cruel and savage white
wild whipped branches ever reaching
frosty twinkles click and clatter
biding time impatient girls
turning in their hopeful dreams
sleeping lovelies wait for spring
their song of promises reborn
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it's winter and if there's a season for poems and poets, it's now.
happy winter waits for spring. ***
Lovely poem. Inspiring.
dr steve, I am already happily dreaming...this is winter for me...looking out on the white canvas of snow and envisioning colors to come. spring. I love this time of dreaming.
mypsyche, me too. they're getting ready now you know. the show will start in a few short weeks.
just cathy, most hybernate but right now the tulip are soon to wake. they will bloom through the snow, push up through ice. they are the garden princess warriors.
femme forte, this is what I think..I think they are now just in that deep sleep that is right before you wake, dreaming of waking.
scanner, you truly have a poets heart that is inspiring. your words can be raw but you come through as so sensitive and real and dear.