Poetics Aside Prompt; Use 'when he is gone' in a poem
When he is gone
The vengeance in the wind will wane
The bully-bluster
Will dissipate
And he will be gentle again
When he is gone
The quiet garden seeded now
With naught but dreams
Will suddenly be full of laughter
Where the frosted furrow gleams
When he is gone
The landscape, mute within his icy grip
Will surge with verdant velocity
As barren limbs burgeon
Beneath thawed finger-tips
When Old Man Winter is gone
We fling the shutters wide
To welcome the out-doors in
But now they are bolted against his pleasure
He tugs at the sky with a grin
© Janet Martin
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"He tugs at the sky with a grin". Love this image. Great way to end your poem.
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