Spring has arrived,
to let go everything
that was collected
in the autumn,
yellow leaves
are lying
on the trees,
bare trees
in their nakedness
are burning in the Sun,
The air has
lost its moisture
and the roughness
of it burns
the skin of the dwellers
in the city.
there are no welcome
boards visible
people are still
lost in the dreams
that last winter has shown
to them,
This too will pass
like other seasons......
to let go everything
that was collected
in the autumn,
yellow leaves
are lying
on the trees,
bare trees
in their nakedness
are burning in the Sun,
The air has
lost its moisture
and the roughness
of it burns
the skin of the dwellers
in the city.
there are no welcome
boards visible
people are still
lost in the dreams
that last winter has shown
to them,
This too will pass
like other seasons......
:) i know exactly what this feels like. Perfect it is !
ReplyDeletemy first nature poem...i liked it..:)
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