Oh spring, wash away the death grip of winter.
Oh wicked vine, release your hold and let beauty shine forth.
Oh summer, bring forth life from the ashes of winter’s fire.
Oh glorious sun, unleash the warmth that penetrates every single breath.
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2 replies on “Death Grip of Winter”
That was really good. Thank you for sharing your visions and thoughts in poem. It is nice and refreshing to read original material.
Thanks Scott. I have an idea for a poetry book called Fragrance of Worth. I have about 30 poems written, but it’s a daunting undertaking that I’ll hopefully finish one of these days.