Behind The Blind Poem by John Weber

Behind The Blind



The crocus blooms with jaunty arms
as cells launch spells to quell all harms.

Unforgiving ecologies
spark tough bark with staunch energies

undaunted by brittle terror
since life and strife fill the bearer

with pain made bold by creation
to hold such gold in elation.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
John Weber

John Weber

Milwaukee, WI
Close
Error Success