Near the end of Winter
If you look at all the trees
Grey and brown and dead they look
And no one's eyes they please
The sky is dark and clouded over
Wind biting through your clothes
The air is crisp and heartless
Freezing before it leaves your nose
Huddled into something warm
You miss the important key
You take the world in as a whole
And forget to look closely
A close inspection of each tree
Will open up your eyes
Something green is present there
Poking through the ice
Fearless courage fills these things
These tiny buds of heart
Pushing through relentless winter
Just brave enough to start
The next time you feel the Winter's hold
Find the little green things
That promise happiness is soon
That promise the coming Spring
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Poetry
PoetrySome poems I have written in years past. Some poems I have written randomly on the spot. Some stuff from my heart put into rhyming rhythm. Enjoy. :) I mostly write songs, not poems. So I'll be updating my song book more often than this one. Trigger...
