Winter Spring

Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Winter blows the blue flames out.
Those living will move on.
Memories are all about.
Some graying dreams are gone.

The Sun may burn but we are cold.
With Spring we hesitate.
Perhaps in time we may feel bold.
Now we rest and wait.


Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday with theme word “burn”. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting.

Photos: “Fruit Waiting”, above, and “Waiting for Spring”, below.

Waiting for Spring

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