Four Six
Ice out in the swamp
Open water
A chorus of frogs
Telltale signs
Of a tardy springs’
Welcome arrival.
The dirt stained snow
In the front yard
Hangs on like
Lint upon a black jacket
Unwanted
Tenacious.
Four Six
Ice out in the swamp
Open water
A chorus of frogs
Telltale signs
Of a tardy springs’
Welcome arrival.
The dirt stained snow
In the front yard
Hangs on like
Lint upon a black jacket
Unwanted
Tenacious.
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Fly the kite
See the stars
Ride the bike
Dream of Mars
Close the door
Read the book
Still the words
Endure the looks
Pencils and pens
Become your voice
Silence comes
Make your choice
4/1/15