When winter wanes,
wends Westward, where winds
weave warmth within, weaken, wear,
we, weary, wait.
We, weary, want.
Women walk, weathered,
wide-eyed, wakeful.
Whimsical waterfowl wade,
watchful, webbed.
Wolvish weeds won’t wither,
waking wildly, wealthily.
Wanderers wander, writers write.
While wombs widen,
wardrobes wither.
Woods wax,
wrens work.
When winter wanes,
we will welcome
wildflowers.
About the Creator
t.r.h. blue
torri r.h. blue is a writer, poet, artist, photographer, and advocate. She writes poetry from West Michigan, where she lives with her wife, Alex, and their son Auden.
www.notesontheway.com
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