Such a beautiful day, sitting outside, waiting for the sun to warm us.


Upon Reading in March

One would imagine
The softened earth would
Be void of life and oh, so cold.

For, the winter;
So cold and harsh, spread misery
Across this Earth killing as temperatures'
Dipped below the point of human tolerance.

Life can do the same,
Especially to the soul,
When it grows cold, bold, and moldy.
Sweet scented lilac begins to smell.

Daffodils attacked by anguished bees
Falling through the bare trees,
Landing on the tulips in bud,
Mulched thickly with rotted manure.

Ah, there is a bit of a March breeze
Attempting to flutter today's Time magazine,
Clutched in these warm gloved hands,
Sipping a tall cup of hot black coffee.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2011-03-22 at 02:35

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