Stewart

The first draft of anything is shit. – Hemingway

Dead Winter

The cold familiar wind-

Uncertain of all.

Clouds driven from the northeast-

They enter the new world naked.

 

All along the road, sluggish

Dazed spring approaches.

Beyond, the waste.

Brown patches with dried weeds.

Standing water lifeless in appearance.

Purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy,

Dead.

 

Uncertain-

The cold, unfamiliar wind

Driven from the northeast,

Scattering all save the mottled clouds.

Dazed Spring, Lifeless Spring –

Contagious under the surge of the blue mottled clouds.

October 17, 2008 - Posted by Stewart Sinclair | Poetry | | No Comments Yet

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