Unusual warmth, a promise born,
Of springtime yet to be.
Green shoots rise amidst the thorn,
A freak anomaly.
Survival now, who can foreknow?
We only pray it so.
Unusual warmth, a promise born, Of springtime yet to be. Green shoots rise amidst the thorn, A freak anomaly. We only pray it so. Author notesAlways fun to write about a photo. A contest entry
Please tell me what you thinkComments
1 - 10 of 10
1 - 10 of 10
|
|
|
Our sites: Stories, Critical Poetry, Old Poetry, Quotes, Philosophy, Journals, Role-playing. © Social Design Poem History:
| |