Friday, February 3, 2012

Winter Thaw

The Snowmen...a week later;(
No gold complexion
warms the kitchen table
Only gray
A nondescript pall
hovering morbidly
against the day
without soft wind-song
filtering
through winter's tree
but just a sodden
drip-drip-drip
as earth swallows a sea
of melted snowflakes
in its mouth
and gripping winds recoil
Who is this maiden
from the south
perplexing winter's toil?

Janet~

1 comment:

  1. Interesting perspective. The seesaw between winter and spring can be a discouraging time. But soon spring will come to stay!

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