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Still I wait for Spring
by Traci MabatsI look up at the
grey cloud cover
hiding the sun
from the world
Snowflakes lazily
drift downward
The wind whips
cold and bitter
banging incessantly
against windows
And still I wait
for Spring
perhaps I am
living vicariously
waiting in vain
for my chance
at rejuvenation
for my own flowers
to bloom
sweetly scented
and gentle breezes
to caress my face
to let the bird song
in my heart sing
to the morning sun
Still I wait..
Still 05/12/2004 Posted on 05/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Traci Mabats
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/12/04 at 04:31 PM Well, we all wait for the spring for our the flowers to bloom in our gardens in all the meaning of the spring. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/12/04 at 04:50 PM OMG Sharona. Are you sure you don't live in Alaska??? Effective expression of weather longing here. Great (powerful) closing also; quite effective repeating the word 'still.' |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/12/04 at 05:06 PM I like this very much Sharona...you wait is felt deeply...beautiful! :-) |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/15/14 at 09:32 PM We're all waiting on something...I wait for autumn every year :). |
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