Thursday, May 01, 2008

• January Stones

  Winter weary air rests,

  Breathless, damp and cool on snow flat grass.

  First drops fall on the barely born lawn

  Pushing through the thick morning dawn.

  Sparrows laugh in the year’s first shower,

  Chirps dancing with the thick raindrops

  Upon roofs and streets and puddles where

  Flakes once sat white and light until they became

  Gray and heavy and hard and tired.

  January stones yield,

  Melting into the soft brown earth.

  Memories and debris wash away.

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