© Amanda Reilly Sayer
Fertile ground in dormant slumber
unmade bed of rusted green
Smoothed by winter’s coverlet
still, in silent preparation
Can you see beauty
in the skeleton tree lines?
The jubilation of up-stretched limbs?
Shadow crowns dance
over blankets of fresh snow
New canvas for angel wings
Can you find solace
in the sound of brittle steps?
The bite of frigid air?
Allow the earth to catch you
in buoyant powder
Feel the awakening kiss
on your bare neck
Painting Poetry in Motion 
this is a poem that is beautifully written. it’s sparse, direct language effectively mirrors winter and at the same time it has built within not only the foretelling of a spring, but also the inseparable nature of winter/spring. you can’t have one without the other.
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thank you for taking the time to comment! i appreciate knowing what the poem evokes for you!!
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