Slightly faded blooms,
as mother, though tired, smiling,
brighten up your day.
Spring joy
Tag: poetry
This too shall pass
On wintry mornings,
when all else but coffee fails,
take heart; spring’s coming.
Nature speaks
Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.
Attention seeking
Poking out, calling,
as toddler for its mother,
comes first sign of spring.
Aspire
Reaching for the skies,
like well manicured buildings,
aim for the high life.
