“The hours of winter” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

The hours of winter have perished 
Now over the vernal ravages 
Of a merciless wintertide 
Boast the trees primeveral 
Of resounding victory triumphant 
‘Gainst yesterday’s brute bygone days 
As their new shoots a’bursting 
With much pride unbridled 
They do verily flaunt unabashed 
Whose delicate tips most tender 
In shades of pastel pinks and pale mauves 
Delicate ivories and soft yellows
By the felicitous paintbrush sublime 
Of a Renoir celestial bedaubed 
For the bare boughs to bedeck 
In a realm of myriad trees yet skeletal
Starkly etched against the timorous sky
In duck egg blue most tender attired
The burgeoning season nascent
With glee gladsome for to declare 
~ d.a.simpson ~

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15 thoughts on ““The hours of winter” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

  1. Thank you very much indeed for these truly marvellous words on this poem of mine.
    I’m absolutely delighted that you enjoyed this one so much and truly encouraged by your generous comments. ❤🌹

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