Spring Whispers

Underneath the cold, the earth sighs,

Frozen tears beneath dark skies.

The world is quiet, still, and deep,

But warmth is stirring, beginning to creep.

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Through bitter frost, a tender bloom,

A quiet hope that breaks the gloom.

The robin’s song, the river’s cry,

A world reborn beneath the sky.

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And as the thaw begins to rise,

The sun kisses the earth’s tired eyes.

Each bloom a prayer, a soft release,

Of love, of joy, of quiet peace.

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For winter’s chill, though long it stayed,

Taught us the strength in hearts that prayed.

And in the spring, the soul’s reborn,

A new beginning in the dawn.

Author's Note:

This poem is a reflection of the resilience that lies within both nature and the human spirit. Winter, with all its stillness and hardship, serves as a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there is the promise of rebirth. Spring’s arrival, like a whispered secret carried by the wind, teaches us that no matter how harsh the cold, the warmth of renewal is always on the horizon. In these words, I hope you find not just the changing of seasons, but the changing of hearts—where every struggle gives way to hope, and every winter leads to a brighter dawn.