Worn out from all the push and bluster
trees lean wearily northeast
or lie broken and surrendered
across limb-strewn streets.
Drains are clogged with stubble of pine
hair of cedar. Curbs catch
once nubile catkins, fugitive leaves
pink drifts of downed petals.
- Copyright 2003 - V. Nesdoly
My poor crocuses
who faithfully held high
fistfuls of closed buds
hoping one day soon to pay
bright homage to the sun
conquered and crushed
on soggy ground.
Enough already!
It's been that kind of spring again this year. Lots of blustery winds. But we'll gladly take Spring anyway -- no matter how she arrives. HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SPRING!!
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