Frost
Melting
Dripping
Fading from
The dawn of day
Absence abounds
As fresh flowers flourish
Spring begins to stir
Brambles with bees
Blissfully buzzing
But, in my heart
Silently, still
Frost.
Frost
Melting
Dripping
Fading from
The dawn of day
Absence abounds
As fresh flowers flourish
Spring begins to stir
Brambles with bees
Blissfully buzzing
But, in my heart
Silently, still
Frost.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
Tolkien
Nice poem!
I enjoyed this immensely. Thank you for sharing it and very well done.
I love the rythm and visual impact of this. Thanks for sharing.