Sunday, November 17, 2013

Is Spring... (Poem 229)

Crumpled, brown, curled in
on itself like a small bird's wing, 
a lingering leaf so gently cradled
on this bed of new snow. Is spring just
a distant memory, or a fledgling hope?

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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