Beneath the Snow
Somewhere far beneath the cold and snow,
A bloom waits patiently,
Curled within a tender shell of green.
The ice of winter
Always gives way
To the hope of spring.
In time.
A Mermaid Mining Words from the Wet Mountains
April 16, 2013 in Poetry, Writing | Tags: change, cold, creativity, ice, NaPoWriMo, patience, poem, poetry, snow, spring
Beneath the Snow
Somewhere far beneath the cold and snow,
A bloom waits patiently,
Curled within a tender shell of green.
The ice of winter
Always gives way
To the hope of spring.
In time.
Blog at WordPress.com.Ben Eastaugh and Chris Sternal-Johnson.
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April 17, 2013 at 12:26 pm
slpmartin
There is always some hope it seems…enjoyed your poem.