Outside is covered with a crisp layer of white,
No bits of green or red or brown in sight,
Every morning when I walk through,
My face and hands change colour too,
Turned has it now from earth to ice,
Hoping that this turn will be concise,
I sit at home, inside looking out,
Yearning for spring to bloom and sprout,
I like your verbs a lot: "spring to bloom and sprout". They add an optimistic nature that pairs well with the first verse. A glimmer of hope.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very pretty poem, I like the images of the seasons it conjures with "layer of white" making me think of winter, "green or red or brown" of autumn and obviously "spring to bloom and sprout" of spring. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteNice, traditional nature/turning of the seasons poem, cf. Shelley's Ode to the West Wind: "O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
ReplyDeleteThe backwards phrase is nicely domesticated within this slightly old-fashioned poetical tone, where one will often find subject/verb reversal used even outside questions...
I like this poem so much because it is so relatable to everyone, and because of the imagery you use to describe the feeling a lot of people have at the end of winter and at the beginning of spring!
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