Tomorrow

A cold, grim day
even the clouds look forlorn

wind shrieks right through my core
I feel as fragile as a paper bag
caught in the bitter onslaught.

Autumn is just about hanging on
there’s a few stubborn trees left
hanging onto their crimson attire
fighting for all they’re worth.

The rest stand bare
as lifeless as mannequins,
cold, desolate, stark,

the whole world
is grey. . .

but soon spring will be here
and breathe life
into everything once more,

have patience, hope
and faith will follow
all you need to do
is believe in tomorrow.

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6 Comments

  1. avian101

    Very nice poem Becky! I wish it was Spring already! 🙂

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  2. Oh this is lovely Becky and perfect for this time post Christmas when everything is so dreary. A poem of hope and the beauty to come! xx

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    • It’s easy to forget the beauty which is just around the corner – spring! Thank you Christine 🙂 xx

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  3. Hi Becky, this is truly beautiful. The last paragraph is very touching to my life right now. Glad to be reconnecting with you and your lovely writing! 🙂

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    • Thank you! Lovely to hear from you again Donna. Glad you could connect with this piece 🙂 xx

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