Spring

The North wind a last relenting
Winter's grip on Spring letting go
Blue birds nesting, harsh days ending
The North wind at last relenting
Hope renewed, a time for cleansing
Flowers push through melting snow
The North wind at last relenting
Winter's grip on Spring letting go.

by Chris Embrick

Comments (1)

Nice triolet, Chris It's good to see poems in form. Relenting is a fine word for the winds of late winter. Enjoyed.