I saw today a glint of
................. springtime green,
Gleaming quietly
......... aside a stream,
............................. new leaves
Uncurling early show
........ which, in appeal
....................to winter's needs
For going slow,
..............make believe
................begin-again is here.
That turn of the year
...............................has turned.
Absurd as it seems,
................................I now fear
That winter thinks
.................itself spring,
..................... and has sprung.
Glistening with new,
..................... but which sings
Too soon spring's song.
This is so clever and endearing. I think even late summertime already supposed itself to be Fall! (smile)
i stopped and smiled.. the winter thinks itself spring.. i love.
A glint of spring at the start of winter...just lovely to even think about...nice poem indeed Fay
Fay, this is a nice piece, and a pleasure to read.Thanks for sharing, my dear Hugs, Meggie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Autumn leaves are falling, winters days are calling the Indian summer could not last, it felt the chill of winters blast dark cold nights with frosty sheen longing for a leaf of green