I am reposting writings to see if I can break out of this funk, I'm in.
• 01/05/24 at 08:46PM •Once more, from the past
A Comment by Loy
Beautiful poem.
Once more, from the past
Soft are the shadows
under the trees,
splashed with the color
of new fallen leaves,
in Autumn.
A bird nest, perched
in the crotch of a tree,
vacant and empty
where life used to be,
in Summer.
Frosts hoary coat, covers
plants and the ground
with snow, against windows
makes nary a sound,
in Winter.
Soon, the cold bleakness
of Winter, will pass
as color and growth
return to the grass,
in Spring.