Crocus Buds

crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white
winter bows to spring

when the sun begins to shine again
life's vital truths made clear at road's end

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Eastern

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows.

Comments

Eduardo Cruz

14 years 3 months ago

Fred

there is nothing like a fresh start in life.
an there is no better metaphor than the seasons
I like this short and to the point write
respect to you!
Eddie

Frederick Kesner

14 years 3 months ago

sorry for the late response. I have been struggling to recuperate from a rather tedious bout with the flu. Obviously a new strain has reared its head this season. The autumn over here has graced us with inclement weather.