Like a spring-time storm,
My words poured over the page,
Filling in the white,
Like a frightening flood,
After a few months drought.
Tag: poetry
Each seasonal shift,
Captured within these verses,
Contain memories,
Some are sweet and some are sour,
Woven together with care.
No more words today
Tomorrow is a big test
And I need my rest
More poetry to follow
Thanks for your understanding
Winter froze my muse,
But each letter, word, and verse~
Thaws the deepest freeze.
Poetry is my spring rain,
My unashamed thunderclap.
An poem | meop nA
An poem | meop nA
so much left unsaid
during this month long challenge.
if tomorrow held
one more day in november
would i feel just as complete?
The ink is ready
White paper as pure as snow
But how to begin
A first stroke is important
And I don’t want to mess up.