It is spring
But it feels
As if it is still
The dead of winter.
Lingering snow
Deters the plants to grow
Birds nestled on their nests
And hope their eggs
Will not perish
From the winter freeze.
Yet, I see some
Tulips and daffodils
In their vibrant hues
Bravely poke their way out
In the lingering snow.
Winter's grasp
On spring
Just would not let go.
Copyright 2018, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Beautiful descriptive craft...gives anger on winter and pity for spring...yet spring has to win as scheduled by nature....interesting lovely poem Rose.....thank you....thank you for all your comments on my poems too
Thank you, Indira for this wonderful comment. I feel honored.
I cannot resist a wonderful nature write like this one. Injecting nature's beauty into a poem makes it shine.+++10
Lovely poem. Winter always seems to outstay it's welcome, Spring brings such hope.
These words will never freeze but bear fruit and blossom through all seasons.
Glorious. Wonderful to read. Thanks for sharing. anjandev Roy.
Yet, I see some/Tulips and daffodils/In their vibrant hues/Bravely poke their way out In the lingering snow........endearing expression! An elegant piece of poetry that drags me to visit it again and again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The earth supports different species in different clime; but the third world people are not supported by anyone.. still tulip can poke and bloom in winter! thank you!
As much as possible, an independent nation should not rely on dole outs of other nations. It should stand on its own feet. It has its own resources, human and natural. Thank you for your visit and time.