by agoodguy2havesuffolk, Virginia, USA
Jan 2011 337 Views 4 comments
February fly
against the better judgment
of some chilled midwinter day
a fly walks my wintry window
slowly traversing an escape
past the abyss of old autumn
or near certainty of lurching
past the race's starting line
too fast, the blowing horn of
a fouled beginning to spring
still, it seems a certain sign
like Punxsutawney Phil or
purple crocuses in fresh snow
that despite dark feelings
and days, spring's a comin'
© agoodguy2have 2011-01-05
of some chilled midwinter day
a fly walks my wintry window
slowly traversing an escape
past the abyss of old autumn
or near certainty of lurching
past the race's starting line
too fast, the blowing horn of
a fouled beginning to spring
still, it seems a certain sign
like Punxsutawney Phil or
purple crocuses in fresh snow
that despite dark feelings
and days, spring's a comin'
© agoodguy2have 2011-01-05
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Posted: Jan 2011
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