Cold bites downupon your bare neck
Spring seems in retreat
as the winds whip snow
across the smothered
grass.
Daffodils bow their heads
waiting for the sun
to warm it all away.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four Four
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Four 3
Sudden Sunday snowfall;
slippery sidewalk surprise.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four One
Once her hair hung down
her back
rich, shiny, black
Like a crows’ or Grackles’ feathers
Or piled up tight
in a bun
stuck with pins
you could barely see
Now age has cropped it
to a utilitarian length
silver white it shines
from between the flowers
she has painstakingly nurtured
in her gardens
like the full spring moon
high
in the daytime sky.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Thread
Slow down the years
A tired town lingers
Hanging on by just
A thread
Unravelled from a well worn
Coat that clings
To cardboard cut out
Scarecrow shoulders.
Broken apple crates
Lean in drunken stacks
And the green sea of suckers
Rises up in its hungry overgrowth
to swallow idle tractors
And broke wheeled wagons
By the hundreds.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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Vernal
The pools are temporary
Full for a time
Drying up now, receding
They leave their stain
Upon the flattened leaves
Like symbols
The likenesses of Gods
Nearly forgotten
Ghosting the niches
In human consciousness
Trailing shared memories
Across the timeless skies
Watching, waiting
For their inevitable filling
To begin again.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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Snow
The snow falls and piles up
Shiny white dunes
Crawl their way
Across the narrow streets
To thaw and refreeze
Crust that cuts exposed skin
With the ease
Of an ulu
And when the sun finally shines
Upon the pale wastelands
It blinds us with its careless
Objectivity.
2/16/2015
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