Late Spring

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today, still, the earth is brown with only bits of green. The area around us seems as brown as the dry October. I yearn for spring and all the light greens and floral colors as life springs anew. But it is not to be, yet. Spring is late.

So I found an October picture from above our little town, with the sun shining as it should on life that slides into dormancy for winter. All still appears that way, and so my color poem of a late spring.

Late

October’s dry turns
winter brownIn March we yearn
that greens abound
yet winter yields
a misty grey
and though we plead:
our spring is late.

Sheri Edwards
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For a bit about the writing process for this poem, see What Else Late Spring