Friday, March 11, 2011

An Original End-of-Winter Poem



It certainly doesn’t feel like spring is nearly here. Today, it’s gray and damp and cold around these parts. Still, I hold out hope the season will arrive before the end of April!!!
Here’s an end-of-winter poem that I wrote a couple of weeks ago. I don’t have a title for it yet.

Frozen earth thaws,
Pond ice recedes,
Icicles weep,
Snowmen bleed
As mountain brooks begin to sing.
Winter’s melting into spring!

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The Poetry Friday Roundup is at Liz in Ink.

At Blue Rose Girls, I have an original cinquain.

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