Someday again the flowers will bloom
As winter offers a cold, unending moon.
As winter offers a cold, unending moon,
Every spring still comes as a surprise;
I know someday again the flowers will bloom.
If counting stars from the warmth of this dark room,
Becomes just a blur of days and nights
As winter offers a cold, unending moon.
I will cling tightly to the days that come soon
To wake and see an early sunrise,
I know someday again the flowers will bloom.
My breath I see drift off into the dark blue,
Makes one believe warmth would be a crime,
As winter offers a cold, unending moon.
The birds will change in song to a happy tune
The world will turn green from snowy white,
I know someday again the flowers will bloom.
May this season not be filled with only doom,
Or trudging through a barren, dark fight.
As winter offers a cold, unending moon,
I know someday again the flowers will bloom.
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Abby Gustafson
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Comments (2)
This is a beautiful poem! I loved the photo too, there is a dahlia farm we drive to each summer to do U-pick!
This was very poignant yet so hopeful. Loved your poem!