Monday, March 09, 2009

One More Spring

Now and then the sky shows blue
between pursed grey lips that spit hail
like loosened teeth.

I feel the change:
electric signals dancing on my nerves at night
the taste of coffee sitting askew
against my tilting biochemistry.

The pendulum slows.
Lengthening afternoons bring songbirds
gathering twigs and feathers, assuring me
of one more spring.

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This blog managed by Erin Davis said...

This is beautiful. I especially love the first stanza.."pursed lips that spit hail like loosened teeth." We have snow today, and I would very much like to be assured of one more spring. I really enjoy your poetry.

William H. Balzac said...

What wonderful verse.
You are a wordsmith.


Crafty Green Poet said...

I love the first stanza, i also really like the taste of coffee sitting askew.

Claudia said...

Enjoyed reading this! The image of "hail/like loosened teeth" is especially memorable.

Linda Jacobs said...

Wow, the images in that first stanza are brilliant!

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Pam said...

You have some marvelous lines in this poem. . . pursed grey lips that spit hail like loosened teeth. I really like the image of the coffee taste tilting your biochemistry like the earth tilting itself.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Like your poem, spring brings a new hope!