Inspired by Ken's poem about spring.


I'm Keeping My Jacket Close at Hand

You turned away a year ago, in winter,
But you're back again, and yesterday
You met my gaze. It's been a long time
Since you did. When spring arrives,
Will you be warm? Will all the world
Soften as you smile at last at me again,
Or will the coming months stay cold?
Will frost drop down and kill my hopes,
Transport them past spring and summer
To an autumn in which, stricken fruit,
They'll shrivel up and fall?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-02-28 at 23:55

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