Spring Poem by Chris Embrick

Spring

Rating: 3.5


The North wind a last relenting
Winter's grip on Spring letting go
Blue birds nesting, harsh days ending
The North wind at last relenting
Hope renewed, a time for cleansing
Flowers push through melting snow
The North wind at last relenting
Winter's grip on Spring letting go.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Beaton 12 September 2018

Nice triolet, Chris It's good to see poems in form. Relenting is a fine word for the winds of late winter. Enjoyed.

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Chris Embrick

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