winter to spring poetry
Bright chill waves flounce ashoreas bored birds cast an eye on sunlitpebbles…
Silence isthe symphony of space,an outermost notereverberating.
The differencebetweenboredom and peaceis a line finer than anyspeck of dustfloating…
Coming outside to escape the caged noise,I’m immediately entranced between threethick slices of birdsong, caught in the…
Hush,Eerie silence.Peaceful,Utter stillness.
There’s me and there’s you,in the green and the blue.Our hopes and dreams in colour.
Her mind was a dance floor.Her body, hers to mould.No need for hymns nor heroes,She found salvation in her soul.