Poem 20160225c

silent birds
there will be no spring
no blossoms
no green buds
to reach for the yellow sun
no signaled ending

winter sleeps
and in his flawed dream
his eyes close
then open
a cold world shot through with ice
white intensity


the secret keeper
Weekly Word Prompt #25

2 thoughts on “Poem 20160225c”

  1. ‘Wild Intensity’ – what a great line. The whole poem is overflowing with intensity. Harshness of winter may eliminate Spring. The truth of Earth being upside-down, not knowing how to react to what’s being spewed over its surface above – below – on top/ Your poem speaks to the relevance of Nature’s reaction to all the SH#T! Powerful writing. Impressive deep down. – jk

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