Sometimes, winter feels so long
that she forgets about spring…
Spring, and the green green grass
and the blooms of fresh flowers…
the smell of earth after rain
and songs of birds she loves hearing again and again
as the sun shines on her heart…
making art, with words
that only come with spring…
so until then she lays on fresh snow
and she dreams, in hopes of spring.

poetry copyright neha 2020/ image from pexels, credit goes to original artist
February 24, 2020 at 10:47 am
Lovely crisp writing!!
February 24, 2020 at 6:21 pm
Thank you so much!
February 24, 2020 at 3:04 pm
Yes – definitely dreaming of spring! Such a lovely poem
February 24, 2020 at 6:21 pm
Thank you kindly
February 24, 2020 at 5:51 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
February 28, 2020 at 8:56 am
Thank you John!
February 28, 2020 at 3:08 pm
You are welcome, Neha.
February 25, 2020 at 2:17 am
How beautiful…
I started dreaming with you
February 28, 2020 at 8:57 am
aww thank you my friend! ❤
February 25, 2020 at 4:40 am
Fabulous 😎
February 28, 2020 at 8:57 am
Thank you Dorna!
March 24, 2020 at 5:26 pm
Beautiful
March 26, 2020 at 12:51 pm
Thank you so much!