Poems from CGlazier323
Wide from winter, spring doth leap
with warm and excited bounds.
Old man winter lowers his head,
as she completes her rounds.
...
“Come to me, my precious child,”
He calls out after us.
But still, we turn our heads and run,
forcing fate into out own hands.
He...
The clock ticks:
seconds, minutes, hours.
like a warrior,
in retreat from an enemy,
I remain no closer to conquering the project at hand...
From a wriggling tube of life
Exploding in striped color,
You morph
Into a small, compact kingdom.
Jade green accented by gold
Is only...
The wild embraces the heart of man,
pulling at it, feeding its wanderlust.
Strong is its pull, and weak is his stand.
He longs for a...