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Sleepy Seeds
by William SimpsonWater falls from wintry skies
to give the dry, cold land a drink;
Wild seeds that rode on wilder winds
though sleeping, blink the faintest blink....
...and chartreuse dreams that bend to green
their colors lend to lively end.
How quickly winter snows are spent!
Weak ices, melting, loosen hold,
Allowing warmth the sun has lent
to reach and warm the earth, still cold.
...How sweet and warm each waking kiss;
from dreams and sleep, to Life's promise!
Yet, for now, still all are dreams;
of sunrise glow, and light, and day;
Where background whites and winter creams
all fade to green, then slip away;
...Beyond the snow, still far from me,
spring flowers sleeping seeds will be.. 02/26/2002 Posted on 11/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 William Simpson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/05/06 at 01:27 PM post absorbing these, sleepy beads, a bead is clutching to a lash and in a smidgeon, for the gravity of your words that bead will fall on cheek and lament and ponder another Fall. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/08/06 at 01:10 AM Beautifully written. Delightful read! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/14/08 at 12:54 AM Congratulations. This poem was POTD on May 13, 2008.
The cycle of nature--in this case seeds--you picture eloquently. |
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