Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Unseasonable December

The rain has washed
   away the sun
   and drowned the joy from coming home.
The skies are dark
   and clouds march in
   wearing heavily treaded boots to stay.
The snow, it tries
   to show it’s face
   but the unseasonable warmth chases it away.
Birds sing melodies
   confusion on wings
   their usual southern route forgotten.
Mother nature fights
   against changes in routine
   there is a war going on outside my window.
   where are the frozen joys
   that you always bring?

(January 13, 2012)

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