spring

anyone who has lived
through the numbing darkness
of northern winters
understands
the dead do not burn in hell
they freeze

we who have survived
find hope again
as the sun returns
bringing
glassy blinding reflections
and dripping trees

the healthy young
in a friction free world
flying on the friendly ice
while we aged
move with concentrated steps
to avoid a broken hip




Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-03-04 at 15:35

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Fabulous poem about my favorite season.
2013-03-04


shells
I enjoyed this, the comparison of young/old and ice. I'm afraid I am in the concentrated steps brigade, great line "in a friction free world."
2013-03-04