Hasten Spring


a cold wind blows
through this empty place
a soulful tune
of hidden grace
echoes through
these hollow halls
arias of
its woeful calls.
A haunting tune
it ebbs and flows
fills this empty place
then goes.
the melancholy
hymn it sings
in this empty heart
it rings.
A cold wind blows
its lamenting dirge
a piercing deep
unyielding purge.
Hasten spring
Oh, remembered bliss
this empty place
awaits your kiss.

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Rhonda Waits 5 years ago from The Emerald Coast

Beautiful I enjoyed your poem.

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago Author

Thank you, Rhonda, I so appreciate you comment!

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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Loved it! Loved it! Very beautiful.

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago Author

Thanks again, always!

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