Winter is bleak,
that may be true.
We've seen it's sorrow,
the whole season through.
We think what we see;
it doesn't stand out.
But we ignore its allure
laying 'round about.
As the sky proudly sings,
" Hey, here comes spring! ";
the beauty is forgotten,
that winter could bring.
YOU ARE READING
creation.
PoetryThis collection of poems is my way of appreciating the world around us, and attempting to put the sheer beauty and wonder of Mother Nature into words. (cover pic or other pics not mine obvi.)
