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.
at

3 comments:

  1. Linda S. SochaMarch 4, 2009 at 1:58 AM

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

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  2. Ruth Hull ChatlienMarch 4, 2009 at 9:50 PM

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

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  3. Diane M. RothMarch 5, 2009 at 7:14 AM

    I love your poems....

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