- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Liver Spots
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Click hereA redbird sang for a mate today
high in a maple across the way
Where sap still drips for nights are cold
While morning sun breaks winter's hold
Brown earth shows
through melting drifts
of frozen snow ...
Liver spots
upon the hand of Old Man Winter
grow
- COMMENTS
Scott N. Leavittabout 19 years agoI read this and I like the rhymeing. The words are pretty. I am sorry if you feel so old like winter dyeing.
I only know snow from the mountains, maybe you should come to California and be brown all over not just spoty!! It is warm and birds sing all year. Old Man Winter dont come here!!! ;)
twelveooneabout 19 years agobrillant inversion of everything that is stock about spring.
The aging of winter...
The newness of writing from this view.
Anonymousabout 19 years agoI love the idea of the earth appearing through the snow being likened to liver spots on Old Man Winter's hand. Wonderful.
Tess
BooMerengueabout 19 years agoI found this poem sweet. Maybe bittersweet. Like it a lot, Ryb. And you know what a prissy bitch I am! Thanks, sir!
Boo
Bridget69about 19 years agoanticipate the emergence of liver spots, it's always a welcome sight when it accompanies the spring thaw. Never really percieved it this way.
