From the shadow-frosted timbers
to a soul-caressing ray.
From unrelenting sheaths of silt
weighed beneath an earth’s decay.
From ebbing bud to rising bloom,
hearts exhumed to wakened eyes.
As winter’s curtain takes its bow,
spread her wings…begin to fly.
For now she is free.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
Your poetry is flawlessly beautiful!!
You are so kind! 🙂 🙂
I mean no disrespect but your very beautiful to. Hey I’m just stating the obvious.
Yes…now I know you are too kind! 🙂 😀
Naw… I just like what I see
Nicely Done, a journey of a butterfly, is a journey of life and reborn.
Thank you 🙂
Good to be here reading your fine poems. I missed so much from so many when i was sick and without internet. At least i now have my phone for that. 🙂
Hi Robert! It’s good to hear from you! I hope you are well now. Wishing you the best. 🙂 -phoebe