Tuesday, August 07, 2018
Poem - Late Spring
By: Donovan Baldwin
The trees have not sent out new leaves
Although the snow declines to fall.
It should be green and spring by now,
But, the clouds above pretend to be,
Prepared to drop white crystal flakes...
Surprising from such filthy rags.
Perhaps the trees have eyes which see,
And fear the fate of tender leaves,
If the clouds make good their promise...
Trees may be smarter than we think.
The trees have not sent out new leaves
Although the snow declines to fall.
It should be green and spring by now,
But, the clouds above pretend to be,
Prepared to drop white crystal flakes...
Surprising from such filthy rags.
Perhaps the trees have eyes which see,
And fear the fate of tender leaves,
If the clouds make good their promise...
Trees may be smarter than we think.
Labels: clouds, donovan baldwin, poem, poetry, snow, spring
