Winter Calls

As winter creeps within
It whispers to her, sleep
at last perchance to dream

of Spring when sap ran high
and limbs did not break or bend
but rather held true and strong
against the wanton wind.

Linda Lee Lyberg

Posted in dVerse Poets Pub for Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft.  Victoria has asked that we use symbolism.


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