the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
Snowmelt
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the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
What’s that mean? That spring’s
a dominatrix, whipping
March ’til it submits?
What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Drove to the city
to shop eat sushi buy fun
things that make us smile.
We sleep late and do
little. Spend quality time.
Together, enough.
February’s haste
to usher in an early
March slowed by one day.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
Magician’s magic
weather trick. One degree – rain
turns to ice. School closed.
Snow releases its
grip as small drops melt merge run
in noisy trickles.