Afternoon Poem, February 9, 2017


Winter lasted eight hours today

Until five o’clock the grey wind blew

And snow swirled


But by quitting time the sun had broken through

Like a down payment on spring

The white lines on house’s shingles vanished

And bent grass rose straight to the light


And now the afternoon lasts an hour longer

As the sun stands still in the west

And the cold hands of darkness forfeit their grip.


Remember the light that seemed to last forever?

I can taste what’s coming

The blue and gold and green



Copyright 2017

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