Every season sings a song.
The bells and sorrows
of winter
clang on and on.
But if Frost was right,
they, too, only last so long.
Stepping on
the turf of spring,
new birds fill their lungs,
have their say,
and hope renews that
nothing blue can stay.
© 2024 Jennifer Wagner
For Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge Day 1: Write an Optimistic Poem
Happy National Poetry Month!