Treasure Island

Stephen Wylie

(Glasgow)

Darkness Lessens


Slowly winter's darkness lessens,
Solstice gloom abates;
As it does our spirit freshens,
Attains enlivened states.

Pale snowdrop blossom
Refreshes hopes,
In a landscape softened
By replenished light.

As nature quickens,
Grows lushly verdant,
Keenly our mind anticipates
A Springtime bloom that scintillates.

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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  • Roseann Shawiak (2/20/2014 11:04:00 PM)

    Lovely lilting poem, easy flowing rhythm within it's poetical essence.
    Really great how you slide from winter to spring, lessening the darkness
    as you bloom in our minds. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on my
    poem: Progress Is Not Reality. Glad you liked it, especially the trees.
    RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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