Poet’s Showcase
Hope
Spring erupts here,
fools’ gold
not in rocks
but daffodils.
Winter not gone,
bare trees
haze up
defiant.
Analogous,
hope’s seeds
break out
unexpected,
against odds:
the moment,
the season.
Hope
Spring erupts here,
fools’ gold
not in rocks
but daffodils.
Winter not gone,
bare trees
haze up
defiant.
Analogous,
hope’s seeds
break out
unexpected,
against odds:
the moment,
the season.