- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Lesser Celandine
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Bleak winter turned grey spring. The drifting clouds
block out the sun on days too short and dull
that go from moist to mist with in between
the shivering hours. There's not much to choose
as time shifts seasons, slipping from one cold
into the other, from the freezing drought
to cloying mud upon the broken road,
its surface wrecked as thaw took over. High
up in the trees a single bird calls, then
dries up to watch morosely as I make
my way along the footpath to the wood's
ubiquity - forever dark, its floor
forever springy - when my eye is struck
by green and yellow transience, hoped-for sign
the grey may lift somewhere along the line.
- COMMENTS
DawnJabout 11 years ago"Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea."
Smiles at you...
DawnJabout 11 years agoSeasons come and seasons go, like the women talking of Michaelangelo. :)
ArjayEiffabout 11 years agoin the entire poem only "forever" jarred in the transition from v4 to v5. In something otherwise marvelous it seemed lazy.
