A heart kissed by hope(spring)

Musing on the changing seasons of yesteryear

At last a sign that Winter's through
a songbird on a bough
that greets the lazy rising sun
as only it knows how,
with song that pierces morning air
to hang in fading mist
the farm hand smiles his spirits raised
his heart by hope now kissed,
a hope that lighter, longer days
be dry and winds be stilled
and backs be eased by warming rays
as fields are slowly tilled.

Author's Note

A Saturday morning quickie...not perfect rhyme

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh to get into it with full movement, could winter be a farmer’s sabbatical? Much thought induced by poem🙏🏻🕊

[Gee]

Hi Rick, thanks

[redd Brick Keshner]

Hey! You’re welcome Gee🙏🏻🕊️