The field once blossomed
It’s variety shined with hope
All the spring flowers
Held color close and sweet
Like a mother
Humming softly to her baby
In the quiet of night
The prairie grasses swayed
Now cold, bare, and gray
Where once a flurry
Of beauty glittered with dew
The splashes of color
I dreamt would still be lovely
Only they are lost
In the swirls of pale shimmer
The fantasy of my dreams
Is about as real as mermaids
As I stand in this everlasting winter
Stuck deep in the white
My eyes flutter closed
And I see it—
See it—
See it all—
The field which once blossomed
The variety shines with hope
All the spring flowers
Hold color close and sweet
The lillies, roses, violets, daisies, and cherry blossom
Bursting with light
With love
With hope
for this everlasting winter to end
And for the spring to come.
I really like this poem because I love spring! I also really like where it says “the fantasy of my dreams is about as real as mermaids”.and I like all the imagery and similes in here too!
Thank you! I will make sure to read your stories. I bet that you’re a good writer too! I have always liked the way similes sound, they just have a natural ring to them I guess!
“All the spring flowers
Held color close and sweet
Like a mother
Humming softly to her baby
In the quiet of night”
I like the imagery of the mother humming to her baby, thinking of the potential there, dreaming of the future about to unfold…
Gorgeous work. Great choice of photo, too. Can you go back and add the accreditation for the photographer? :- )