reposting from 2018
almost close enough to touch
out in this barren land
where the song of the whistling robin
is muffled by damp and cold
these last vestiges of winter linger
as I fall to my knees and pry loose
petals captured by early April snow
earthen clay clings to my chapped skin
is it no wonder that I take secret pleasure
in outwitting this frozen heart
I push aside decaying leaves in dormant trees
to reveal a nest of fragile blue eggs
I celebrate rebirth in a quiet corner of the yard
by the fire pit that no longer burns
and listen to the unmaking of a dream
that is eternal winter
photos: mine
prompts: The Sunday Whirl, Poetic Asides PAD Challenge, #NaPoWriMo2018, MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt
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Reblogged!
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My favorite line: “I celebrate rebirth in a quiet corner of the yard.”
Well done, thanks for sharing with Poets on the Page!
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Thank you!
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These two phrases grabbed my inner eye:
“is it no wonder that I take secret pleasure/in outwitting this frozen heart”
and “listen to the unmaking of a dream/that is eternal winter”
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Thank you!
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