It sleeps in winter,
It wakes on the eve of spring.
A thorn that wounds,
a vine that weaves.
A burst of color, a breath of rain.
Scarlet that burns through gray.
A light that grows,
then wisps away.
That time, relentless, steals its flame—
Only to spark once more.
About the Creator
Taylor Davis
Taylor loves creative writing and the ability to build worlds. He has several published short fiction works, including an award-winning short story. He is currently writing the first installment of a fantasy series he hopes to publish.
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Beautiful words and meaning. Nicely done!! Good luck in the challenge!!
Short, sweet and lovely~ Finished reading the poem with a smile ❤️