Welcome to the third day of our 30/30!
Your prompt today is:
In spring the snow
Alternatively: the rains, the wind,
your own favorite forgotten-expected spring weather
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In spring wind whips the shed door
open and shut, whistles and rumbles,
batters daffodil blooms newly unfurled.
A cypress snaps, trunk crashes
across the driveway, a neighbor’s fence,
blasts my wild hope that in the end
clouds of carbon, sand gusts, swaths
of earth stripped bare – even rising
seas – can be halted, our greed quieted,
our politicians’ mad fiddling stilled.
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Pelt, pummel, rattle, and shake –
March winds more than rustle
softly in the trees.
Trees bend low,
humbling themselves before the force
that shakes them from winter’s slumber.
No hesitation is tolerated;
clean out the deadwood;
dig your feet down, get moving,
life can’t wait for you to quietly dust the cobwebs.
Sap is running and your heart beats fresh.
Gray is out, green is in.
The winds of spring are breathing out our lungs.
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//triptych –
1.
in spring, the snow, rests upon/ my brow – droplets on/
/a sago palm petiole/carved into a finial gable. / if only
i could write/ as well as you/ can paint/ raw, grotesque,
vulgar, banal./ how you sketch/ a canoe prow,/ with alligators
/consuming/their mortal enemies./
2.
in spring, the rain, uses black/as a color of light/ not
as one of darkness. / a silent hush/ broken by an image
/absent of noise/or motion./i’m a forlorn ariadne/ abandoned
/ to a brighter palette/ & you, a theseus,/for a darker day.
3.
in spring, with the wind/ lichens hang like/ rocks of granite./
i stare/ at the montage of twig, leaf/ root, wrapped in mauve sun./
if love could be measured/ into 3/4th of anything/ unorthodox/
would you pour it/ gently into my goblet/ of lacquered wood/ &
powdered copper?
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another lovely offering:)
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snow
spring snow, like crushed ice
over fish, keeps daffodils
chilled, in early spring
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So, the snow lays a blanket over the spring blooms
they are not fooled
yellow and purple peek out over the white coverlet
spring cannot be denied
no matter what the temperature says.
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Springtime snow—
heaped at my feet
plum petals
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