The Pale Winter Sun Poem by joy lemoine Powell
The Pale Winter Sun
Stayed out all too soon
the frost was almost gone
In the cold clear brightness
every black bent twig revealed
Every imperfection exposed, yet beauty
in sight from my window
In the dead grass by my corner
of the house I saw
The little green noses of hyacinth
and jonquil peeping from the cold earth
Which gave my heart such warmth
and pleasure.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Having the bad case of cabin fever- - the simple pleasures of the signs of the end of the cold winter, which I have yet to overcome- -would soon be replaced by Spring- grass turning green- - flowers blooming and the tiny sprigs on the branches reaching out to bloom!
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