by Brenda Layman
Central Ohio Branch
Central Ohio Branch
Nature does not sigh for loss
In littered leaves and soil
She keeps her own ones
Birthed in Spring’s warm blood
Fed on Summer’s bounty
Curled in fur, huddled in holes
Each day light lengthens, shadows bend
And rush before the wind
That breathes tomorrow’s promise
Underneath her quilt of gray and brown
Blanketed with snow
Seeds are sleeping
Soon to wake, as their parents once awoke
Softly green unfurl
Into her world of sun and rain
And everlasting life
Rose Ann Kalister
I love Spirit Song Brenda! The images are so apt and beautiful, conveying the awakening and promising hope.
Wonderful images in your poem, Brenda DMA
Brenda – Lovely poem.
Spirit Song takes my breath away.
A SWEET PIECE, VERY TOUCHING.
THANKS FOR SHARING.
Beautiful imagery.
I appreciate how you captured the unfolding of the seasons. Thanks!