forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Spring

Quietly,

like a dream of a whisper

or was it a whisper of a dream…

you felt… the beginning

in all that was seen

you felt the breeze

whisper spring,

into all things,

with a gentle stroke of green…

quietly.

free google image/ poetry copyright neha 2022


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Dreaming of Spring

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