The sad eyes of winter

Turned slowly

To the doe eyed

Glances of spring


Birds sing

Vibrant song

And flutter

Newly freed wings.


The light creeps

Quietly, early.

And brightens

Another new morning.


The step lightens

With steady pace.

Its good sometimes

To be in the human race.


◄ Survival

Slice of heaven Sydney 1987 ►


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Wed 6th Mar 2019 13:25

That first verse is pure gold Phil. It's the key to the whole poem. Great to hear uplifting words like this.


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