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Hope Springs Eternal
by Heide McAlister-BatesDamp, grey days persist
though it's meant to be
spring.
The weak light casts
a pallor over the
city,
masking the promise of
new beginnings in a dingy
cloak of dullness.
You and me, we're like
daffodils in the dark -
Glorious and golden
in the light of day,
pale,spectral,wanting
in the gloaming.
Oh, but when the sun shines.
When the sun shines... 03/28/2005 Author's Note: Ah, Spring - when the weather gets warmer and poets go mad...
Posted on 03/28/2005
Copyright © 2024 Heide McAlister-Bates
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/29/05 at 02:05 PM Nice capture; sure can relate to this one! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 04/02/05 at 11:39 AM awesomely put together. it i thoroughly enjoyed it. |
| Posted by Bradd Howard on 05/02/05 at 09:49 PM how glorious this is... gave me a warm feeling... like sunlight on my back. Thank you for your words... Bradd |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/23/08 at 03:44 PM daffodils in the dark. that's fantastic, heide. this is a great great poem. and i agree...gray days always seem to drag on an on. in every season (at least in tampa.) |
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