The Promise of Spring

my breath stains the air
Bright white sun warms the soul
a tender bud arises
the promise of Spring is declared

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do love the birth of Spring too dear Cherrie. The days of Winter make us yearn for the warm days of spring. A wonderful dance of words my dear friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

I think we all feel that way Cherrie...to me the sun enlightens my spirit, warms my core, and creates a fell good mood....just as your words covey to me...
Have a nice weekend
Warmly, B

[Cherrie]

Thank you Betty and yes like you I have missed the sunshine.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Cherrie; hope you're feeling better, one day at a time....
Warmly, B

[Arundass TP]

Excellent writing. Loved reading 👍

[Cherrie]

thank you Arundass

[emmajoygreen]

Good evening, Cherrie. Your lovely poem seems to be a peep from behind dark clouds to a day when those ever welcome white ones open their path to a gentle ray of sunshine! Sighhhh.

[Cherrie]

I thought I might give Spring a nudge with a little greenery.

[emmajoygreen]

You certainly have, dear you... just wish time would move on a little and colour would go all theatrical, never mind clashing colour. Is beauty that counts! Hug, as ever. Keep warm, my friend,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Needed the extra line because this is a great cross between a Haiku and Senryu...
I just love this...

especially the vision you give us with the first line.

j.

[Cherrie]

yes, I searched how I was going to say it. with the single digit weather, we are having I see my breath a lot these days (with more to follow).

[Ken Simm.]

Wish it was like that here in more ways than one. Consistantly =15. But your lovely verse gives me hope which is the way it was intended wasn't it?

[Cherrie]

yes, even though today it has warmed up to 36 :)