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!

A photo of ice crystals on my redbud.
Photo © Ann Garcia January 2021