Until the Promise of Spring

The words dried up

and stuck deep in my throat

before they blew away

I watched them swirl

like the dry autumn leaves

before they were swept up

and dispersed by the winds

Maybe its the season

or a fluke

a phase, the moon

or a moment in time

I’m sure there’s more to say

But for now

the words lay quiet

silenced by blankets of snow

still, resting, waiting

until the sun shines warm with the promise of spring

[image error]©Alexis Rose, Image source: Pixabay

Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph