spring
pink
petals
opening
playful tree beckons
wafting spicy, sweet aromas
passing seasons yield to winter
barren branches still
claiming rest
beneath
come
sleep
NOTE: This poem is inspired by the NaPoWriMo.net prompt for Day #7 – write a poem based on one of two syllable-based forms, the Shadorma or the Fib. I chose to do a Fib with one ascending and one descending stanza.
S.T. Marie 