cool poem Eileen, like the way you created this out to a positive ending

A "dainty" write Eileen!!

Love Tinka

somewhere a bird sings
someone is born
someone dies

and the cycle continues...beautifully written Eileen! love and peace to you....Carole

A lot of pure sadness within this poem, only too give us hope at the end with the blooming of life.

I tend to enjoy the birth of all four seasons. Enjoyed this one Eileen

This made me feel sad.You can always touch me with your lovely sad and beautifully deep words.Winter is cold so no wonder some folk snuggle up in warm dreams,seems the sensible thing to do.Good poems are flowers so reading yours makes it springtime all year even when your write is of winter.Warm hugs,best wishes and lots of love
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It won't be long until we experience spring manifestations, already we have daffodils showing here, which is indicative of radical climate change !
Your poem suggests a long hard and gruelling period of physical and spiritual comabt within a person, as such renewal springs forth from our own hidden energies and latent faith in the Almighty !
He alone has the refreshing waters of rebirth and regeneration, whch gives new life and vigour to those whose trust is in him Eileen!
Peter

I like the conclusion here. For me, Spring is always a time of personal renewal and rebirth. Very nice piece, Eileen.

Hugs,
Tami

A climate-controlled poem! This reminds me of a near-death experience where one comes in and out of a dream, where lucidity seals the dreamer's fate. A very cyclic poem, Eileen!

Sage