It's february in my place, snow is melting , spring is slowly coming and there is a music in nature


Let me tell you somthin of february

Snow is regressing,
It's drizzling rains
Canvas of nature
Is painted brown
Brown and black
The crows have a hopeful song
And small bird has song deep
I look at my garden
Memories around
I can see my childhood playing there
My grandpa now lives in stories
For he isn't around anymore
My own home after him
Is my place but not mine at all



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 185 times
Written on 2023-02-09 at 08:55

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I like your evocation of late winter, and the line 'grandpa now lives in stories' is a good line.
2023-02-09