Thursday, March 20, 2014


Winter arrives as death
but when winter departs does it die?

That patch of snow
the last one
the scab
left over from winter’s fight

Arriving at night
as flurries and fanfare
It disappears in the day
silently shrunken by the sun

I was against it
but now I’m for it
because I realize it’s the underdog
that is destined to lose
at the end of the season

More poems at Verse-Virtual

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