I silently frost in winter,
With no warmth to linger.
The fields are golden
As vibrant greens are fallen.
Once the graceful tender comes,
Bees start their energetic hum.
Buds unfurl with evening's kiss,
And while birds sing in the morning's bliss.
The flowers bloom with cheer
Is this spring that is near?
With hues of pure and bright,
A promise soft and sure.
Golden days have new lights
Raising spirits to great heights.
My hair sways with the gentle breeze,
As I dance with the rustling leaves.
Oh spring! You greet me with delight, Turning shadows into light. Coldness melts in your warm rays, As you brighten all my days.
YOU ARE READING
Whisper in the echoes of rain
PoetryThese poems are an exploration of the quiet moments that often go unnoticed. They delve into the emotions that linger in the shadows, the thoughts that echo in silence, and the feelings that are often left unspoken. Each verse captures a fragment of...
