#100Poems: Number Seven

Distraction kept me
from noticing the scene outside my window —

Green.
Everything green with new life.

It’s hard to imagine
a world that just
yesterday
sagged under dead leaves
and the colorless pall
of a long winter.

And now —

life.

One thought on “#100Poems: Number Seven

  1. I always enjoy the beauty of the grass as it turns green after a long brown and dull winter. A perfect poem. 🙂

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