Walking on the forward edge of winter
as it tilts, tipping over toward spring--
the year is a circle shifted off-center
elliptical descriptions, shot from a sling
whirled overhead by the untiring arm
of the golden giant at the heart of the sun.
Walking on the forward edge of turning warm
feeling underfoot gravitational momentum.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Walking on the Edge
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Making the late rounds for the Poetry Train. Very evocative.
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