Poetry by Arvilla Fee
less like frozen snow that crunches underfoot
more like tender purple blooms of crocus,
their heady scent perfuming sun-warmed air
less like bare branches scraping windowpanes
more like robins hopping through new grass,
red chests puffed out with sacred song
less like blue lips, shivering in winter’s shadow
more like buds bursting green from apple trees,
a kaleidoscope of tulips reflected in my eyes
Arvilla Fee lives in Ohio, edits poetry for October Hill Magazine, and runs her own online magazine, Soul Poetry, Prose & Arts Magazine. She is a widely published author and has three published poetry books available on Amazon. For more info: https://www.soulpoetry7.com.
