Apr 15, 2018 Haiku, Original Poetry
When Winter Stays
©April 16th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Gold sparks in the grate.
Cold rain on the hopeful trees.
Spring, an age ago.
Bones get cold and still.
Feet don’t move until I will.
Spring, get in my step!
Earth spins round and round
Lose your way, and find your home.
Stars await above.
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