A Year of
Space
One small broken twig
floating, awkward and alone,
in a Spring puddle.
The puddle dries and
leaves the twig, short and shabby,
in the Summer dust.
In Autumn leaves fall
gently covering the twig;
a belated shroud.
Cold rains wash the twig
into a stream and away;
a Winter’s blessing.
Nick Spargo writes poetry, short stories and monologues. He
has been published extensively and has won a number of prizes with his work. He
lives in the South-West of England.
Dear Nick,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your contribution. I enjoyed the story of the little twig, a very creative poem.
Best wishes,
Inge
Thank you, Inge, I'm pleased that you liked it
DeleteA neatly observed haiku sequence. Well done
ReplyDeleteThanks very much, Byron, I'm glad that you appreciated it.
Deletereally like this, Nick - very well written
ReplyDeleteThanks Jack, from the man who wrote Quiet Hero that's quite a compliment.
DeleteI enjoyed your work, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeletePeggy, thank you for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteDear Nick,
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to see you have so many comments on your poem. Best wishes with your writing. Welcome to Whispers!
Blessings,
Karen
Karen, you are so right. It has surprised me that so many people have had such kind things to say. Whispers is a real joy, a true gift that you have given to us all, so thank you,
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