Thursday, February 24, 2011

Time To Go...


Winter cramps my hands,
a wind blows in my bones.
Under a mound of snow
the dead lie packed in eternity.

A rubbish of leaves
scatter in a frozen mirage,
tossing in an endless
promise of dawn.

I try waving a wand
like a mad Merlin,
casting a spell
to change strands of icicles
into a budding bough.

Still, the cold day primps
and struts like an aging whore,
full of bravado,
as if we weren't praying
for her to call it a day.

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Helen said...

I love this! My sentiments exactly, though not as eloquent.

Jeane Myers said...

wonderful and brilliant xxo

Butternut Squash said...

I don't usually get this way, but I am really ready for winter to move on this year. Lovely post.

Lyn said...

Hi Helen-
I really appreciate your lovely comment! Thanks...

Lyn said...

Hi Jeane-
Great hearing from you..thanks so much!

Lyn said...

Hi Butternut---
Thank you..Change is definitely wished for!!

Tess Kincaid said...

Wonderful. That last stanza is brilliant, Lyn.

Lyn said...

Hi Tess-
So glad this clicked with you..I have cabin fever!!! thank you!!

Vicki Lane said...

Wonderful photo and what a great image of old tarnished winter.

Brian Miller said...

smiles. if only she would go away...she is like a bad said...

kolembo said...

Great title, wonderful photograph, and what mirth in that last stanza! Good read.

Lyn said...

Hi Vicki-
We never bemoan Spring hanging on too long..winter should take a hint!! Thanks...

Lyn said...

Hi Brian-
Good to see you again..always perceptive...thanks a lot!!

Lyn said...

Hi Kenny-
Appreciate what you have to say..I did enjoy writing that last bit!! That sometimes happens!


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