The air is still cold
But spring beckons.
Geese settle in nearby fields.
Crocuses rise through hard winter ground.
The pink blooms on
a neighboring tree
radiate warmth like a
sunrise heralding the new day.
The air is still cold
But spring beckons.
Geese settle in nearby fields.
Crocuses rise through hard winter ground.
The pink blooms on
a neighboring tree
radiate warmth like a
sunrise heralding the new day.
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What I like about your poem is the action you find in things others write of in a static way. The power of the crocus rising through the hard ground. The blossoms radiating warmth. We often think of Spring as fragile and delicate but here it is tough and powerful.
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Your poem shows that tricky transition between winter and summer so well.
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