flowers fallen
songbirds gone
frozen toes
the door no longer open
to breathe the morning air
shorts and t-shirt changed
for jacket and cap
shoes for sandals
daily rambles become urgent
fast paced walks
blue skies buried
by marching clouds
dark wetness
pouring down
winter is creeping
cold
into my heart
huddling
in the long night
wrapped in the warmth of memories
my soul shudders
seeds lie dormant
dreams unborn
and I hope for Spring
tio stib
You might also enjoy: If; Inspiration
Quite resonant here, where I try to thaw “frozen toes” from “fast paced walks,” and look, with you, at those seeds that lie dormant in the dreams of spring. Thanks for sharing!
You’re most welcome. One of my dreams is to get back fishing on the Williamson River this Fall. Here’s hoping.