Noticing Things Unseen Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

A whisper of the wind.
The sound of a cat's soft meows in the distance.
The frost protects a frozen rose.
The morbid moans of winter's spoils REVEAL the terror of the
Frozen night.

Appealing to winter's brutal torcher, she reaches with aging
Hands for the warmth of the stone fire place of her tiny cabin.'Look there a Quiet prayer.' She mentioned to the listening air, pointing toward the Worn wooden floor.
Has WINTER no mercy? Is there a combined effort opposing the harmless
Season of felicity
She had witnessed the howling wind wanting to come
In. A scent of misery had seized the ambience of the night until it
Screamed a silent plea releasing a frigid teardrop into
The air. Despair, despair. There was a quiet to the night
Watching timber burn crimson bright.

Look there a second PRAYER high above the fire place. This one had
Flying ABILITY. She heaved the window and bid it good
Night. The prayer flew far and high. It was answered with the
Return of a most EXCELLENT season of blossoms and
Untroubled thrilling exhaustion.

NATURALLY thinking of that most Dreadful season's passing and The beautiful prayer, spring is Everlasting and birds songs become familiar tunes.
Now, all the hours of MAY are mindful of days and days amid
DAZE that breathe of bloom. Fresh bright and SEEMING of dreams anew.