For Neanne and everyone else who has wondered whether I can write an optimistic poem.
Snow did not abruptly melt away,
And bulbs stayed balled-up
Underground. The air was cold,
And smelled of nothing. My
Feet in their boots were numb,
And no one went outside, except
To dash from doorway into
Car. By all accounts, but mine,
It still was winter. I alone felt
Spring this morning when I
Saw you, and you smiled
Back at me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-01-11 at 21:51
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Warm
There was no time-lapse magic.Snow did not abruptly melt away,
And bulbs stayed balled-up
Underground. The air was cold,
And smelled of nothing. My
Feet in their boots were numb,
And no one went outside, except
To dash from doorway into
Car. By all accounts, but mine,
It still was winter. I alone felt
Spring this morning when I
Saw you, and you smiled
Back at me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 75 times
Written on 2016-01-11 at 21:51
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