February A desperate frost On the sharp edge of ice. In the palm of your hand: thorns Of roses, Slightly contrived neurosis And melt water. February A premonition of spring. In your heart: A winter longing And dreams of April
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
we have had a lot of snow in recent days and it's terribly cold. very beautiful, but I can't wait for spring )
Comments (10)
Kathy
Best,
Ru
Your beautiful poem captured my mood exactly.
Loved it.
Regards Mick.
Lily
Lily