PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I cast softly my bemused gaze

into a hope filled sea of deadened trees

brought so suddenly to life by an

unexpected Chinook's warm, welcome breeze

so lost and solemn before in their sad winter's

slumber so very chilly and long

knowing now that an early summer's view is not

yet where their skeletal branches belong

sooner than they imagine though their frozen

twigs will start to thaw and bloom

and over every available horizon

their ever deep forest green beauty will once

again assume

that the latest rebirth of spring has come back

around quickly to make its creative self known

putting in its long awaited for appearance

as the chain of the seasons must continue on.......

(Feb. 20, 1994 am)