Tuesday, March 3, 2009

March


The blue sky is a liar,
traitorous in its nearness
to zero.
Acting as if
it won't send more white
like a heavenly flour sifter,
creating ice impalers,
rendering every vehicle
monotone.
We wait
in warmth
and look out
at the ice
blue sky.

4 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

Brr well said. I like this onel Love the lines
We wait
in warmth
and look out
at the ice
blue sky
Linda

Poetikat said...

Oh, I love that "heavenly flour sifter". The image appeals on so many levels.

Kat

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

This is lovely although it made me feel cold. I liked the flour sifter line too.

Diane said...

I love your poems....