tenacious spirits

A Poem by linda m. crate

purple flowers
poke holes through
winter’s white teeth,
tenacious beasts
unwilling to relent to the cold
of this frigid breath
they seem to say “spring is here
to stay” and i hope they’re
right for winter’s hold was too long
and too lonely to linger forever
haunting me in arcs of broken
light, cracked halos of eerie
bliss entirely misplaced in cascading
kisses of white rain melting fissures
in the soul, sucking out marrow;
winter is like the ocean
oft crueler than he is kind
so for him to be gone, finally would be
a sweet kiss of relief
welcoming a content sigh for my soul
has been held in ice too long

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