march


wandering towards the river on a gray day

that could get no grayer,

i could vanish on these slushy streets.

my boots leave temporary marks in the shifting snow,

puddles that fill in as I step away

as if they were never there.

holding tight to my muse, i struggle to complete

myself against the falling clouds.

i fold and unfold myself

between the pages of tomes

and creases on roadmaps,

the lines along the highway

and the walls along the edge.

i fade into the landscape,

a tired gray tree above the frozen mud,

dead leaves piled at my feet.

locked in, frozen, stuck

iā€™m blanketed in cold but

the thaw must always come.

the earth takes herself back and grows,

echoing hope inside my head –

we shall have our colors again.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. pure2core
    Jun 01, 2011 @ 02:17:48

    I can say ‘positive progression leading to hope’ throughout the lines of your poetry there……

    Reply

  2. Jingle
    May 31, 2011 @ 11:26:26

    fold and unfold yourself,….

    superb line, love every word for sure, thanks for the beautiful ride.
    earth runs in cycles, enjoy the colors now.

    šŸ™‚

    Reply

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