Let Go

Winter weeping must now let go
its bitter grip of ice and snow;
frost-bitten trees burst out in leaf,
and soon forget their latest grief.
The sun breaks through to heat the earth,
gives mass-explosion of green birth,
the land throws off its captive's hold,
so earth perfumes can now grow bold.

Let go of all the former things;
a bumblebee twice never stings
and change is sure, as certain is
the song the chubby robin sings.




© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) –Limericist 2007/2021


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Brian Hodgkinson

Wed 7th Apr 2021 18:09

Thank you for your comment, Stephen. 👍💐👍

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 7th Apr 2021 18:06

A beautiful.optimistic poem.

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