#352 – Defiant

Though the winter still clasps her hands

our bones chilling at her touch.

Though the dark in my mind

would love to swallow me in doubt

I remain defiant.

For the spring comes,

she opens flowers

and sets off honey bees,

so in this year I choose

to open the door

to sweet sunlight

and grasp hope over fear.

It's as true as ever

For Sunday Scribblings and CED2013


2 thoughts on “#352 – Defiant

  1. Absolutely delightful poem.He who knows Christ owns a diamond ,he will never trades it for a rock.Jalal

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s