Frozen Spring

March 4, 2009 at 11:11 pm Leave a comment

Starting with a dusting
Winter finally wrestles a win
Over the thermal belt.

Icicles drip from rocks
Gleaming golden in the sunset
like the dazed narcissus
Bowing to the white carpet.

Frozen fingers
can’t type the words
hiding in my heart
waiting for the world to thaw.

Entry filed under: Poetry.

A Wiley Westward Caravan of Sound Songs lyrics in my head recently in no particular order

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