This poem is wishful
. .wistful
Whistle fears into the dark
Spark hope
Scope out the dreams
that mean the most
Mark out those goals
Be wishful, even when wistful
and whistle whatever
brings joy into being
Sing hope
Be peace
Achieve what we need
Believe wholly
in hope.
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I was leafing through my draft poetry notebook and found this one written in the fall. It seems a very appropriate poem for the first day of spring!
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It is light, refreshing, and quite lovely.
Love finding old poems! I usually like them even more with time. 😊