Winter had died a slow and lingering demise.
As springs subtle silhouette hinted at better times.
Warmer fruit filled days will soon come,
and the sun will break from behind the clouds.
This was a promise that mother nature,
had never once failed to deliver.
She will lighten my mood just as quickly as winter had dampened it.
but: inevitability the seasons return
and that will remain forever more.
A version of this poem has now been published in AD LIB 2012 - A poetry collection from Rising Brook Writers.
ISBN 978-0-9557086-9-5
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This poem was written as part of the tea break challenge at City voices. Four random words and ten minutes to write a poem. The words were (died, slow, break and fruit)
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