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More poems about Writing.
MY POETRY
My poetry flow is being deafened by the silence
of the snow,
Spring thoughts fill my mind and I eagerly
want to show
A springtime scene with buds and birds
returning everywhere.
But all I s ee is white silent snow bright in
the cold sun’s glare.
In about ten weeks, we hope, sweet spring may
show her face
Filling the land with her grandeur of great
beauty and grace,
I try and imagine a crocus, snowdrop or sap
running from the pine.
And new spring leaves on the trees a sight
truly sublime.
Yes, the image of spring is strong but the cold
snow wins through,
It is hard to describe a field of grass and flowers
in front of you,
When everywhere around you is a winter wonderland
so very fair
No you cannot ignore the winter beauty and the chilling
of the cold air.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 20 January 2006