Winter stings my face

snow on ground gleams off the sun…

humans hibernate.


Brown to green thriving

springing forth life gone dormant–

grow seeds of the earth.


Freely move through air,

leaves worship the sun with wave–

moon sits by waiting.


Passing on to next-

brilliance in color change afoot

cool winds move yearning.


Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck