Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Winter Writings: Day 84

The air is alive in anticipation
as armies of dark clouds
thrust out their armored chests
in argument, while spring and winter clash,
both seeking to stay in season.
Loud cannon rocks the skies
while raindrops dance in
jagged strings of disco lights.
The battle rages fiercely as windows
shake in terror and all living things
take shelter and await the outcome.
But the impatient wind sweeps
them all aside to let the sun peek through
the retreating ranks of soldiers.
Small flowers open their eyes
to greet the sunbeams
falling through a rainbow flag of truce.
Spring is here at last.

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