Death Grip of Winter

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.

By Chris

Curiosity builder. Creative instigator. Spiritual explorer. Filmmaker. Podcaster. Writer.

2 comments

    1. 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.

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