March 2021 is almost here, and I’m extremely excited for spring! I wrote Winter Wait several years ago, and I still love it. It was inspired by a writing challenge: Write a different version of a ‘roses are red…’ poem. I went so far off the beaten path that I never entered this poem in the challenge.
Winter Wait is a formal verse poem. It has a regular rhyme scheme and rhythm. Some rhythmic deviation was included for artistic flow.
Listen to me read Winter Wait
My roses drop yesterday petals; they tumble o'er pine needle trails where once our souls bathed in caresses of summer-kissed breeze in the vale. My heathers bloom black lilac songs; they wash over rocks in the stream where skipping stones smiled for the taking in autumnal shadow moonbeams. My snowdrops loose ivory tears; they quench roots for oak canopies where my soul awaits the fair red-breast on wing in loathsome blue winter-frost breeze. My heart pulses nectar of plum; it nourishes spaces between to fuel my soul weary with want for your light till your sweet spring iris perceive.
Thank you for stopping by to read a little of my work today. If you like this poem, I’d love to hear from you. Feel free to comment below! I wish you the best today and a fabulous March 2021!