At Last Poem by Paul Reed

At Last



The omniscient sky gulped
And emitted a long, low breath,
Bedraggled spectators on the touchline
Wanting to be there at ‘the death';

Tight clusters of new green shoots
Pushing their way through the dirt,
The winter defeated once again
In their joyous uprushing spurt

Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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