spring looksee

behind the buffalo farm, past the puddly fields, on to the shore of the backwater, I watch a hundred spine cars deadheaded south before the nearing landing, I see the gray backwaters boil in the misty winds under the blowing charcoal sky, gray trunks jut from the silver boil, their islands gone on this silver spring planet. FALSE SPRING Time always plays on us a trusted game, Up to our noses in snow, wishing for some green. Winter’s frozen season makes us crave the warm Like a forgotten concept teasing as the sun shines, Stinging winds, slippery walks, hoped to be in the wake Of time; we pray to live ‘til the season of love. It’s not unlike winter to tease with a hint of green And loosen us prematurely with a bit off warm. We cheer as gears of cosmos make more sun shine, This past season’s short dark days are in time’s wake, We pop out of doors, do open air things we love, Rake a lawn, wax a car, play a nice ball game. A symphony of birds too feast upon the warm, They play the piccolo parts of a march that shines In the ear, sound diamonds, seems a season wakes. The long chill releases much like the act of love From frozen deaths, this year we’ve won the game, Our prize most sought to see the earth turn green. But bet if the solstice is not here, sure as shines A sun above, the north wind will again wake, Bring us a polar cold present, the north wind’s love, Have us run for coats in midst of tennis games And blow in an inch of white or two, covering the green Jonquil’s shoots, lilac buds, stiffen sod once warm. The polar jet says it’s too soon for winter’s wake, Some tulip sprouts must frost burn from love Of false anticipation, north winds’s last game Must play in unerring solar slants on premature green Victims, who post haste made green show in warm False winds, days lacking the sun’s full shine. Feelings garnered in due time do bear sweet true love Like the lesson learned of the wind’s fickle game, Giving and taking back again the earth so green As our emotions seeing spring falsely warm In an errant wind, before the spring sun shines, Before the season of love is full and truly wakes. ********************************* i hope you can enjoy this spring as much as i >>>>>>>when it get HERE!!!!!!!!!!! oH YEAH, ABOVE A COUPLE OF DIFFERENT STYLES. DO YOU LIKE ONE MORE THAN THE OTHER???? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Return to Forums Welcome page Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 09:46 AM PST   0 • 12