Spring Of Autumn (In High Park)

Weakened branch clung on to last season's dead leaves
Gusts of darkened wind still threaten the Northern sky

Shy glimmers of pale green - hints of hope lurk nearby
Parched yellow ground has yet to come alive

Wicked icy pond, littered with algae's cadavers
Starved squirrel jitters, hungers for warmth, freshness

Spring! Yet barren grayness stretches far and wide
Autumn has not given up its last fight...

by Phan Thanh gian

Comments (2)

Nice Imagery.Good poem.Thank you Van.
Nicely written......... and a perfect time for this poem here (Michigan) ! Very beautiful imagery. I look forward to reading more from you. Sincerely, Mary