Buds on the trees
In January
Have left me
Wordless.
Without my security
Blanket of
January snow,
The stanzas
Stand silenced.
My metaphors
Mistrust the warmth,
And they should.
A literal thaw
Brings no
Figurative good.
In January
Have left me
Wordless.
Without my security
Blanket of
January snow,
The stanzas
Stand silenced.
My metaphors
Mistrust the warmth,
And they should.
A literal thaw
Brings no
Figurative good.
Love this piece of brilliance. A daffodil shoot three inches tall is up in our backyard. When I saw it I felt depressed. What is supposed to be a harbinger of spring instead seems a harbinger of nature out of balance.
ReplyDelete"My stanzas stand silent"
ReplyDelete"A literal thaw brings no figurative good"
Two of my faves!
Keep 'em coming!
Wow! Erin you always amaze me. xoxo
ReplyDeleteLydia-I'm so glad to know you understand what I'm feeling!
ReplyDeleteTina-Thanks. I will!
Annie-Back at ya! xoxo