Almost there

Summer crept

Its sun burned

My water dried up

My flowers wilted

 

Autumn visited

My leaves fell

Winds tore

My trees bared

 

Winter slew

Life froze

All withered

Hope wore thin

 

But a promise holds

Of coming Spring

Green for sight

Sweet scent for smell

Happy chirp for ears

Love’s tight hold for touch

Pushed

But I await

At the brink

But I’m almost there

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Inspired by Cynthia Clawson’s ‘Thank God for the promise of spring.’