Riff On Richard Remier's February Kiss Poem by David McLansky

Riff On Richard Remier's February Kiss



The sky a canopy of cold
In the silence where no bird sings,
Vile is winter, bitter, old,
Yet beneath the snow, what wealth springs;

The ice locked land bides ts time,
Life urges checked in dormant state
Comes the breath of warmer climes,
Green shoots surge, the snow cap breaks;

These dry and weathered walnut trees
Withered black in shielded bark
There springs a shoot, despite the freeze,
The new heard melody of the lark.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Babatunde Aremu 12 February 2013

A fantastic way to celebrate nature. Great write, I like it

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Gajanan Mishra 12 February 2013

melody of the lark. good poem. thanks.

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