A Cup of Spring

mom's tea cup

Miss Spring sips her tea
as we anticipate her arrival.
She says, “Be patient, for
soon I will bring you
colors so pleasing and
new life, delightful.
But first, Mr. Winter must
finish acting out his scene.

Lauren Scott © 2018
Photo: My mom’s china ❤

 

New Beginning

The first day of spring
has come and gone
and only a speck
of sun has shown

Instead, tears fall
from the sky at dawn
and leaves remain
windblown

Lauren Scott © 2016

(For those of you who read my previous post,
you’ll know that poetry inspiration has been nil.
These words recently came to me though, and I
hope you enjoy.)

 

Winter’s Lane

I decided to pull this poem from my 2012 archives
and dedicate it to my friends whose lives are
abundantly snowy. 🙂 
Waking up to white blankets
of snow each morning 
sounds breathtaking, but
I know it can take a toll. So I wish my friends in
frozen lands much warmth from the sun when it
does peek through, staying focused on the arrival of
spring in another month and remember, cuddling
is also good for warming the heart.

Whispering wind
Biting mountain air

Slushy footsteps
in laden boots
Sunbeams peeking
through cotton ball clouds
Shoulders touching
Parkas rubbing
Gloved hands holding
Red noses lead
icy cold to the touch
Eyelash icicles
forming in fantasy
Faces stinging
to wind’s embrace
Snowy ornaments
in towering trees
White blankets
on the ground
Glorious beauty
all around

Lauren Scott © 2012
(Stay warm & safe)