@SportyShorty07
Here are two more poems that I wrote years ago:
Death of Winter; Birth of Spring
Winter is dying slowly with every passing day.
The melting snow, once pure and white, now is turning
gray.
From the roof, the icy fingers melt and drip to the earth
below,
To sink in and nourish new life beginning to grow.
The warmth of the sun overcomes the cold,
In the air is new freshness and secrets untold.
Promises of Spring are foreshadowed without sound,
By a little patch of sunlight on the cold bare ground.
On the bare gray branches, little buds swell,
Keeping secrets they're bursting to tell.
Inside the beauty of Spring must hide,
Until all traces of Winter subside.
Brown grass lies dormant beneath the snow,
It slowly revives and begins to grow.
The crisp green blades will stand proud and tall,
To sing songs of Spring to one and all.
The crocus is the first to sing,
Her lovely praises to the birth of Spring.
Dawn
Blankets of darkness cover the sky.
At dawn the dark blankets fold slowly back,
To reveal what was hidden under the black.
Light starts to fill in the empty space,
The blue sky is trimmed with hot pink lace.
The sun warms the earth that was cold in the night,
A nice warm beginning for a day to be bright.