untitled poem (my *wishful thinking* poem)

spring creeps up on the earth
slowly, quietly
it blooms in the form of a humble wildflower
warming the frozen earth
bringing life to the dead, brown grass
the cloudy dullness of winter
gracefully transforms
into the sunny warmth
of spring

 

tantalisingly short...hoped for more...this was a pleasant observation. Optimistic too - we're not out of winter yet. Hopeful indeed.

 

very nice. *sigh* i hate winter...