Poetry Corner

Springtide

Wintertide, cozy and sheltered,
descends as life renews,
asleep now under flowering turf.

Blossoms, bountiful and sweet,
awaken and spring from
beneath Earth’s heart.

Hills, glorious and green,
nourished in dew,
welcome wee beasts.

Budding wings, fair and sure,
flutter and frolic
above periwinkle vines.

Springtide, fresh and vibrant,
cherished by hope,
rouses from her frosted slumber.

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