Friday, December 2, 2011

Green Resurgent

Blackened pines
stand silent, fall dead,
stink still of smoke
from September wildfires.
Bright winter grass,
green as birth,
frames death
with life.

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful cycle of life poem here, Victoria.

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  2. Hello.
    To me, this says when we think all is lost, there's always that tiny ray of hope that we should hold on to no matter how small.
    Lovely imagery & message.
    Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate your comment.

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    More Fulfilling With Love

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  3. Can I use your poem in my class? It goes with one of my kids' stories so well. Beautiful poem of the cycle of life, death, rebirth.

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  4. Such a hope-filled image! It is always so amazing.

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  5. Sad and renewing, too, Victoria. Love the frame of green.

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  6. Wonderful poem, Victoria. Absolutely beautiful and full of hope no matter what.

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