Saturday afternoon thoughts

winter’s end
watching for springtime
new tulips

sentries on alert
crows in the highest branches
sunrise gathering

long-neglected bricks
melting ice and acid moss
useless…thrown away

people die, cities moulder
all will vanish in the dust

unopened books
left to gather dust
or burn for heat
how does one build the future
as all knowledge dies in flames

faces and voices
people that I’ll never touch
people whom I love

feelings never recognized
fill my mind and heart with light

bitter winds rage
cold ground beneath my feet
just beyond the door
orange tulips trust the spring
to make way for fragrant flowers

Author: Elizabeth Bennefeld

Writer, poet, photographer, omnivorous reader, and observer of life. View All Posts