David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,578 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

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

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

  • Babatunde Aremu (2/12/2013 6:51:00 AM)


    A fantastic way to celebrate nature. Great write, I like it (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/12/2013 6:49:00 AM)


    melody of the lark. good poem. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013


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