Courses Set

[AlluraD]

Beneath the weight of winter's hand
new life resides with bated breath,
though frigid wind sweep o'er the land
the seasons turn away from death.

Ice gives way to water's flowing,
rivulets running to the sea,
hours turn with innate knowing,
setting the ice-locked rivers free.

Crocuses, the snow resisting,
as blossoms rise to greet the sun,
light empowers, life insisting,
the turning course of time is run.

[AlluraD]

*soft smile*....Dame Julian~

[hawked]

beautiful. a blossom in itself. although spring is upon us and the crocuses have bloomed, this poem made my heart ache for more signs of spring (especially some warmer temps - currently holding steady in low 40's).

[e-piph[lol]]

very pretty

[Meta]

lovely...

you are one of the few poets I know that master the art of rhyming beautifully.