Seasonal

I once was as the limber branch
but now become the torpid trunk.
I sparkled under summer suns,
but now in dusky shadows hide.

Spring leaf has turned an autumn hue
The autumn scene borne frosted ice.
As winter grips in burning cold,
Comes next the springtime of the soul.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 6th Mar 2021 16:46

Thank you for your comment Nigel 🌷

Thank you also to all those who have clicked 'Like' for this poem. 💐

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Nigel Astell

Sat 6th Mar 2021 12:36

Your spark returns
when springtime wakes
up your soul.

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