I walk out
in the ringing of porch chimes
and the cello hum of power lines.
I walk out in the drum-symphony of rain
head down in a bitter wind.
The camellias began to bloom
at solstice. The crocuses woke
on the shortest day of all--
officially the first day of winter.
In the music of spring I learn
to disbelieve the calendar.
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Sunday, December 26, 2010
Wind Music
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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I love your poem.
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