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The February garden
by Keith D AllisonThe silence of the morning and emptiness hangs gently
the pain of its existence no longer burns as in youth
the breath of Winter beginning to lose its grip
whispers of warm gush toward spring, yet the yellow gold and brown's hang tight
the fever is beginning to awaken within though it shall not be fulfilled
for the reflections from the water echo in decay
though the first twigs of green within the garden
shell bring the sheltering hope
as each new minute of light brings warmth, as a playful kiss from heaven
though the snow was still wraps itself upon the mountain peak
the dance within the Earth will soon begin
the February garden, it does
awakens the gardener mind to dances in the fragrance of plans for spring 02/24/2008 Posted on 02/24/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/24/08 at 09:37 PM Oh my Keith, "fragrance of plans for spring" is a superb close to this wonderful poem. Though, sometimes getting to spring is no bed of roses, eh? Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/25/08 at 02:06 AM "as each new minute of light brings warmth, as a playful kiss from heaven" - yes, the slow day by day approach to a new season. And I with my seed catalogs in the evenings, dreaming.... Thank you.
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