Leaves bud in spring,
and their optimism shines
its light on my face;
anything is possible, even us.

Berries in summer
pushing to ripen,
feel my kinship;
we’re set to burst from our skins.

Pine cones drop
to the ground in fall and
trees know the dark awaits;
who could withstand the cold and forlorn?

The wintering grounds sigh,
with hearts broken like mine
when the goodbye comes;
everyone gone, such a long time to wait.

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2 Responses to Yearning

  1. beautiful poem! i especially like the optimism of the first stanza and the imagery of spring, new leaves, new beginnings. xx

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