She warm breezes your toes
before the grass grows green
enough to soften the winter's
scritch scratch on your feet.
She's not really cruel.
She's just sap drunk and thoughtless;
sun on her shoulders,
frost in her pocket.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2014
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21 comments:
Such a perfect description of the month!
Ooooo, those closing lines are spectacular!!!!!! She is such a tease!
… I'm glad I read this AFTER I wrote mine because I wouldn't have even tried. BIG sigh.
Lovely. K.
April is fickle, isn't she? Nice write. My favorite lines are,
"sun on her shoulders,
frost in her pocket."
April wears her shoulders bared, we don't see in her pockets.
ibid, add '... see her pockets until it's too late.'
Grand close...
ha. i like your personification.
she's a tease, unsure who she wants to be....
Oh I love that ending, and the personification. Perfect portrait of her, I'd say.
Yes, a perfect cameo of the month with multiple personalities.
She will never give up her surprises! You make her very attractive even when she is difficult.
This is a fun poem and I love the 3rd stanza. (Sap drunk!) And of course the ending because it's so true.
Love this, cool write.
sap drunk and thoughtless... love that. So happy April is finally here!
She's not really cruel.
She's just sap drunk and thoughtless...love that. You create such vivid pieces with such few words.
"...frost in her pocket."
What a pristine line.
I love this so much Mama Zen, amazing is what you are
"Sap drunk"! That could have rather unpredictable effects on behaviour.
I love this idea of spring being thoughtless and sap drunk! This is really well done. I posted about April today, a tip of the hat to poetry month and taxes.
You've painted a very apt description of a fickle month.
love that closing stanza. so vividly visual ~
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