what fruit bear I
on frosted morns
fingers stiff
ankles wailing
eyes weary
of the white expanse
Spring seems no closer now
than weeks before
do I snark
at calendar pages
accuse them of bright lies
as yet the cold drips in
icing my broken patience
taking my place at the bar with the rest of the poets
9 comments:
Established the mood here exceedingly well. Good movement as well. LIKE.
oh i feel you...i am so ready for spring and new life...perhaps easter will break the back of this cold and bring us warmer weather...and brilliant colors...
I envisioned myself yelling at the calendar as I read your line about snarking. :)
Ha, you must live close to me. Though it is spring calendarwise, it doesn't seem to be appearing in reality.
Yeah my patience is long gone too, need this snow to go.
Hang on she will be there soon. I can feel your agony in this.
Pamela
the dripping of icing...nice..;)
I know the feeling! Love your picture too. :) Thanks Karin.
i like this a lot, especially the lines about snarking at calendar pages & accusing them of bright lies... tight images!
Post a Comment