Hey all-
So.. I did not post yesterday because I had too much going on with finals. Sorry. But I JUST completed this poem. Hot off the griddle. Or something.
Late Winter
The ground uncovers hope.
It may not be ready,
It may be premature to cope,
What matters is that it’s there.
The scenery a faded trope,
It’s nice to become more aware
As the winter and water eddy,
Brighter, gliding, white glare.
The drizzle slides. Steady.
Winter slithers in the rain,
Patches where spring will go
Here, and there. Ice is slain
Over in this puddle rind,
Softened to a liquid pane.
Gone, but I don't mind.
Rain is not my favorite, though
When optimism is aligned,
At least it’s too warm for snow.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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