Promise Of Spring
Flames emerge in a bright blue sky,
where pink clouds cast a rustic glow
upon a hill of still, silent cedar trees.
Folded in the hands of a cold wind
falls a note of promise; Spring to come.
Sandra Stefanowich is from Ontario.
Comment from Helen Dowd--
ReplyDeleteHi Karen...Please tell Sandra Stefanowich, thanks for her poem, and tell her it is nice to meet a fellow Canadian.
Helen
Dear Helen,
DeleteThank you for taking time to comment. I'm sure Sandra will enjoy meeting you too. She is a talented writer and also a good friend. It is a blessing to have her work to share with others.
Karen
Nice posting from Sandra - Spring is just around the corner???
ReplyDeleteRhoda
Dear Rhoda,
DeleteYou are always so good about supporting others. What a blessing you are to the writing community. I'm sure Sandra will appreciate this. Thank you so much my friend.
Karen
Thank you Helen and Rhoda for your comments and thank you Karen for your kind words and support.
ReplyDeleteSandra
Dear Sandra,
DeleteIt means a lot to me to have you here at Whispers. You are such a talented writer and a good friend. Thank you for all your support and encouragement.
Karen
Thank you Joyce Johnson for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteFor Sandra; So very colorful and a lovely description of the promise of spring. Thank you fro reading and commenting on my poem.
Thank you Jack Horne for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteSandra Stefanowich - beautiful write, Sandra
Dear Sandra, You are so talented when it comes to creating vivid imagery. I love your poem, especially the last two lines. Indeed, spring is still in the hands of winter, but it won't be long now...
ReplyDeleteLove,
Carolyn
Very lovely poem about the upcoming season of spring... spring and fall are my favorites.... Thanks for sharing. God bless Christina
ReplyDeleteThank you Joyce, Jack, Carolyn and Christina for all your kind comments.
ReplyDeleteLove Sandra